A Sunday Fog

 

If I could 

   Comfort you

or soothe your fears away, 

Easily I shall. 

A kiss. 

  Nothing would be missed; 

     Not your demeanor, 

       Not your tone. 

Not the flash of secrets or love in your eyes. 

Not the feelings you pretend to hide. 

  And if I could, 

     I would, 

Wipe your sweet tears away. 

  I would kiss your heart...

and apologize to you, 

  For the years thrown away. 

  If I could. 

Not sorry, for any fault 

  that is yours or mine...

But sorry...

  for making you cry. 

If I could. 

If I could, 

  I would do a lot of things I can't do now. 

In this, oh, so different life. 

If I could, even entertain 

  the possibility of being your Wife? 

I would though, 

  If I could, 

Sink into your Shadows, 

   Yet exasterbate the Good...

and knock down your fears, 

  One, 

      By One, 

            I would. 

I would, 

    Gaze right where I want to; 

     Right inside your Soul...

And if I could, 

   Have my way...

You would let go, 

   Of letting me go. 

You would let me, 

   Wipe your salty face, 

      and sip your essence right off you. 

You would confess, 

  as much, I can confess too. 

Would you?

   If you could? 

(I really would) 

(Like to know) 

  Would you let me love you, 

     Instead of leaving me with your ghost?