If I was the black and white on your page
If I was the sun to bring light to your day
If I was the bird always . . . Flying by

If I was the thought in your  head, continually drawing you back
If I was a lion peaceful til’ she roars.

I would be . . . I would be the nail holding your frame on the wall
I would be the canvas waiting to be painted on
I would be the light. At the end of a dark tunnel

I would be a door inviting you in for cookies
I would be a hug before a long goodbye.

To be the garden bringing in baskets of fruit
To be the boxes holding childhood toys . . . sitting in a donation truck
To be a friendly hello to a new face

To be the hand stopping you from a fall
To be a shirt drenched in your tears.

If I was . . .
I would . . .
ONLY to be…

Everything you've been to me