Maybe If Ever

You know how this goes:
when there are star lashes on the mooncrescent moon
and I hold my breath longer than maybe
sometimes much longer than maybe
I find that you there within, not hiding

if I touch the tender cold stone of a
lonely, yet never forgotten apple slice
and warm myself in the memory
I find you there within, not hiding

if everything that exists were to be
stuffed one gram and another gram at a time
without a care for the outcome
I would find you there within, not hiding

it seems everything carries me to you
without wild horses, without ash fires
without slow dances on fast riders
and you are there within, not hiding

Well now, this is what it all comes down to:
if memory by moment by gram by dance
you ever stop loving me
then everything that exists
whether in thought or envelope or
even riding on a slow horse
will all disappear and go into hiding.

Maybe If Ever

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