If. A rhyme.

"If". By Scott S. Batchelor

If the stars have burnt crisp, their last shining a wisp on the echoes of faraway breeze...

If our time all ran out like a lover in doubt, if alls lost to the tumbling seas...

If laid still to the end would I find you again? If the storms blew my ashes to Hell...

If I were reborn, my heart pure and untorn , if I returned from the depths of the well...

Would you be a friend, could you love me again, if I came back reset and renewed...

If I set a fresh slate, cleared the past from my plate, if I knew that, I wouldn't be screwed.