If I could 
run to you,
I would.

If I could 
be close enough to feel 
the warmth of your hands,
I would.

If I could 
say the things I want to,
I would.

If I could 
pinch you
when you send me an enigma
instead of an answer,
I would.

If I could 
wear your sweatshirt
just to smell your perfume,
I would.

If I could 
fall asleep
to the sound of your voice,
I would.

If I could 
call out your name,
I would.

If I could
dance with you,
I would.

If I could
run my fingers 
through your hair,
I would.

If I could
ask you
How did you find me?
I would.

But the surreal has not yet
turned real.

It might never.

In the suspended night
I wonder

Was it nothing more than
a Midsummer Night’s Dream?