Me, You, and the What Ifs

We sat together Quiet church mice talk The writer and her subject Neither of us knew to look I write stories and poems All about us You know I write But you never ask to see them I spend my days Weaving stories from my soul Into words I wish to say I toy with the what ifs for fun Like what if the sun kissed the stars What if the ocean hated land What if the birds had no feathers What if you meant what you said What if you still loved me What if we still tried I sit and silently think of me, you, and the what ifs