If You Knew Me

Yours

If only this button-down I'm wrapped in was yours--

then I could bury my face in your scent.

If only this emptiness next to me could be filled with you--

then I would no longer be alone.

If only my heart was yours--

then I would fall asleep to dreams and not nightmares.

If only.

If only I could touch my face to yours,

place my hands in yours,

maybe you could chase away the darkness.

Because I can feel it,

mounting and growing inside me,

and I'm filled with fear at the realization

that I cannot escape it.

Now it is a part of me,

as you are,

and I cannot run away or deny it or try to ignore it.

If only I was yours.