If ...

if I close my eyes and cross my heart

... think hard enough.

If I blow the heads of dandelion fluffs:

          thinks of me

                  thinks me not.

Close my eyes and think hard enough

 

of alleys where we kissed and rubbed

places we still live in memory-touch.

If I turn the light switch forty two times

for every day we spent

 

all the hours now nothing meant

and try.

If ...

 

if I close my eyes and cross my heart

trace my skin your every part.

Will that part

of you

know?

 

The bit that knows when it's about to rain

that looks at your phone just as it rings

the one whose doors open

just as he leans to the handle.

 

If I walk down the alleys and breathe our distant musk

If I close my eyes wish and wish till dawn comes

turns to dusk

if I trace my skin your every part.

 

If I think hard enough

you'll know.