If

If I could wrap

Each part

Of my body

Around you

And hold you tight

Forever

I would hate myself

For keeping you

From the world

If I could cook

A meal

To equal

The feast

That is our love

I would hate myself

For allowing gluttony

Into our lives

If I could

Hear

Our beating hearts

The synchronicity

Of a moment

I might

Remember

A from z

Or maybe

I’d remember

What is

To be

Me

And that sometimes

It’s everything

That equals nothing

And nothing

That equals

Everything