Whatifs

When the nights are lonely
And you’re the desired occupation
A longing arises within
Never satisfied
Despair fills my inner child
When will the turmoil end?
Rage!
Hurt…
Love?
No!
You – my soul’s salvation
Pain – for the lost Utopia
Me – who’s that?
It seems ludicrous to even consider
To be one without you

No more tears of frustration
Frowns of brimming fears
Composure
Without a trace
Of the loneliness

The perpetuation of why
The power of maybe
One day of bliss
An inexplicable need
I know will not soon pass

The power of maybe
Whatifs
Whatifs