I could be drowning in a sea of pleasure
And I’d still wish
That I was with her instead
I could have thousands of beautiful women in my bed
And I’d still
want only her
I could be at the bottom of the ocean
And instead of wishing for a breath of air
I’d wish for her to be happy
I could be jumping out of a plane
With holes in my shoot
And instead of wishing for wings
I’d wish she could fly
I could become champion of the world
And my hand could be raised for the world to see
But
It wouldn’t mean as much
Unless she was there in the front row with me
I could become a famous poet
But only because
She inspired me to be so
I could have everything I’ve ever dreamed of
But if it’s not with her
Then I could burn it all down
And just hope to God
That she sees the smoke
I think someday
that’s what I’ll do.
-C.H.