What if I run out of ink, someday,
And I still haven’t written enough
To tell you just how much you mean to me?
What if the soles on my shoes eventually wear off
From walking to your doorstep but never knocking
And I still haven’t strolled down the park with you?
What if my last letter to you never gets delivered?
What if we put our hands up
Throw our hats in
Give up, completely?
What if I run out of pieces of myself
To give to you
To try and patch you up?
What if I never meet you in the after life
Or our next lives
Or the one after that life?
What if I never met you, altogether?
What if we continue to drift apart?
What if our times runs out?
What if all hope is lost?
What if love drains out?
What if I wasn’t me?
What if you weren’t you?
What then?