what if –

the bridge between

is,

and possibilities…

to linger in the now –

face down,

drowning in regret –

requires too much of not enough.

i choose face up –

forward motion.

captivated by might,

fueled by could –

my journey started yesterday,

with just one step,

past accept!

i long to be – to you –

all that you have become –

to me…

that first sliver of sun at dawn,

or the twinkly of twilight’s

first star…

if only i could fill your world with wonderful,

exceptional –

smother you with fantastic,

awesomely – amazing…

if even for one solitary second

i could be

that which flows through your veins-

fills your heart –

gives you life,

how great the rush –

to be considered something so essential –

so necessary!

as much as air –

as incidental as day –

i log to be the impulse for your smile,

casual sigh,

the beat your heart skips…

everything to –

you –

to me –

you are!

anxious permeates the room –

when you walk in.

a storm in liberation – intriguing,

as much as darkness feels about light…

evasive –

you –

escaping into – might,

no matter how hard you will yourself back to – is.

acutely aware of the risk,

am i –

yet unable to resist!

palliative –

you have become –

to my addiction;

oh-so-eager to assist

is – does not understand,

could –

(possibility – not yet defined?).

inside the paradigms of his reality,

now is real.

(if you have now, was no longer matters).

how odd –

to be,

yesterday.

quite full of what was,

and what mattered,

and even – what if,

but never as necessary,

or as current,

as – what is!

sad,

don’t you think?

requiems for want,

not yet realized;

but not one single tear for had…

(how quickly we forget).