what if

it wasn't quite real
but it made a feeling
which persisted long after
the imagination
was exposed

it was just a 'what if'
and in the if, if the if had been
a beautiful love would have grown
like a blossoming vine taking form
scent of semadar wine
flowering fruit hiding all
it built itself on

but since it wasn't
the if was preserved
all the confusion of love 
was spared
saved the trouble
of living

yet we are somewhere
still alive
not gone
or wise enough
to live
but somewhere
thinking of maybe trying it
wondering
until we have no breath left
to imagine
what if....?