What If She Said

And what if I asked her the question?
What if I asked the thing that plagued the mind
If I coughed out the sentence that would kill her
And it engulfed her with a pain sharp as a scalpel
And she laughed until stitches sewed her mouth
Shut

And what if she responded?
What if she stood dauntless, over the edge
If she threw herself down and over the precarious
And I did not catch her 
And it broke me to break her fall
Landing

And what if she said yes?
What if intonation grew and fostered with thorns
If her song became pestiferous, like a weed
And it drew me in
And I got stuck to the saccharine syrup 
Enduring