Seasons And Reasons

i.

             what if. . .
             pillows are alive,
             would you hear
             those cries that
             you are the reason.
            
             what if. . .
             blanket has voice,
             would you grant its wish
             to hug and caress me
             every wint'r season.
           
             what if. . .
             coffee can speak,
             would you let it shriek
             how you run in my mind
             at those moment i drank;
            
             what if. . .
             you still love me,
             just how you love me
             before our ship sank.
                     

—the anxious sailor.