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I never knew.
That this,
would be our last. 

What if we were strong enough.
To tear down these high walls we've built,
and patiently untangle these thorns glued to our hearts. 

Would the outcome be different? 

What if we believed every word spoken.
Let our bruised hearts see the truth beneath our silence,
and embrace the ecstasy of this new familiar touch. 

 Would that make you stay? 

What if we said I love you that night.
The words that never made sense yet fixed everything,
and give in to the plea that fell short because of pride.

Would it be your hand i'm holding? 

What if we never met.
Some scars would've never been written in permanent ink,
and yet, our hands would forever lack this aching warmth. 

Do I still cross your mind too?

I never knew.
This is the last time,
I would ever think of you.

But perhaps,
a what if,
is the only truth,
our existence,
is meant to share forever.

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