Who am I if not you?
What smile would I wear if not yours,
What name would I bear if you had not said it so,
Which questions would I ask if not for your answering,
Which colors would I crave?
Where would I find myself on a Sunday morning,
On a Friday night?
Who am I if not you?
Whose muse would I weave the world into,
What foods would be as filling,
Which dates could I recall?
Without you, I would simply be
The only version,
Void of me.
Four corners set each way,
And I still sit in the box.
The left could sin me,
Right could win me,
Front or back could block.
I could become a famous tool,
Or infamously triumph,
Move onwardly,
My dear,
Daring to caress the further is worth nothing,
If not understood first.
So dream abruptly,
Do not fall asleep as if it were welcomed,
But let it frighten your soul.
There is a quiet now that was not before,
Not a quiet in the sounds I hear but a quiet in the mind.
A quiet that only came after the screams.
Those screams although painful were necessary,
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