If I Were A Writer

If I were a writer, I would write about you everyday...

About that feeling of meeting you as a stranger, every single time

Or about that sinking sensation when we say goodbye

Is it loss? Or something greater !

I don't know the words, but I would have, if I were a writer.

If I were a writer, I would write about...

How I picture you in every piece of music I listen to.

Or how the melody is senseless unless I see you syncing in its rhythm.

Is that poetic, dramatic or simply , day dreaming ? I don't know.

Oh! I so wish, I were a writer

If I were a writer I would, write about...

How I flashback to the past every time you mention a future without me.

Or how every passing day is a reminder of the impending distances that inevitably await us

Is that being prophetic or realistic ? I don't know, because, alas, I am not a writer...

If I were a writer...

These lines would rhyme beautifully

just like our lives would have, into a serene poetry

And I would have expressed myself beyond the Spoken

And you too would have understood the Unsaid

Only, and only, if I were a writer...