What would I say if my words could reach you
if letters could penetrate the apathy that cloaks us

What would I say if my tongue wasn’t frozen by lies and too much vodka
if my heart wasn’t scattered over sunstruck desert and frigid streams

What would I say if I housed hope in my chest, alongside charred lungs
if the sun turned orange and coated the air with blood

If the threat of destruction drove us into each other’s arms,
once more, would we awake with the taste of hatred on our tongues?

What would you say, if you could win the ears of my heart
for just a moment

Could you convince me of love before the snow enveloped the earth,
winter’s mark of a moment passed?