Wonderwall

[howl]

Wonderwall

I wonder if she
ever felt a spark
some quiet tremble
when my face crossed her mind.

I wonder if she,
in some soft hour,
ever paused
and wished the air were different.
The kind we might share
if she leaned closer.

I wonder if she
ever carried me,
just a moment,
like a warm echo
under her ribs.
Me in her thoughts
how would that feel?

And as I drift through all these maybe’s,
my wanting grows a little louder,
and she stays just out of reach
not by distance,
but by the fragile beauty
of not knowing
what could be.