If Only

Words, emotions, feelings
Are strung out to embody
The trust that is not there
To hover on dreams
That are made up
To replay scenes that once existed
Wearily I think, if only
And then the thought is gone
If only, plays in my mind
This is not reality
Reality is the here and now
And she/he is no part of that
And so I continue to exist
Wondering, dreaming, yearning
Yet I will not make a move
For I feel I’m in a glass box
And I have not walked out
Until I do, I am stuck
In the if only’s

Doreen Santina Cote'