What If...
Small rickety boat, buoyant along the clean blue
Waters, past the glinting light, bouncing, rippling
Falling deep deep deep. Down.
An abyss in a chasm in an uncertain universe
You ask me “what if?”
You ask me once, twice, a thousand times.
Haunt me, take my food, my breath, my will
Till I am nothing but the echoing question

I consume elixirs of hope, peace,
Calm Magnesium, no Ashwagandha, no.
Greyscale silhouettes pass through me
Sharks carrying neon billboards in a sea of dark
Unfathomable, a complex complex
You ask me “what if?”

In the bouts of this limerence I know,
Not what you will ever feel towards me
But that you will force my head underwater
With every gasping breath I am forever lost.
What if... What if... What if...