If We Were
If we were two sunflowers, I’d face you instead of the sun, forgetting it even existed, just to bask in your quiet light.
If we were waves in the sea, I’d find my way back to you, no matter how far I drifted, you’d be my shore.
If we were pages in a book, I’d want to be written next to you, in every chapter, underlined in the same ink.
If we were songs, I’d hope we’d be a duet— two voices that fit together, through the quiet of hearts.
If we were raindrops, I’d fall next to you, tracing the same path, disappearing only when you do.














