If I could take the thoughts you most like to think

And sculpt them into text that speaks to you as art,

If I could take the feelings you most want to share

And mirror them in words, reflected in your heart,

Then would you more easily forgive my selfish pen?

Excuse the vacant looks, the lost half-hours when

I am not yours, as I wander some distant mental shore?

If you liked my poetry, perhaps you’d love me more.

 

For the 6th April NaPoWriMo.net prompt “a poem that emphasizes the power of “if”, of the woulds and coulds and shoulds of the world.” I don't think I've managed that, it's just become an exercise in the conditional, but hey.