Scroll and Read of What-Ifs

In the comments, I pour my soul’s plea,

“What would be your last line?” I wrote, hoping you’d see.

Yet I know these reels won’t reach your eyes,

Just read and scroll, my words lost in the slides.

But you were right, I tend to overthink,

Creating what-ifs, my thoughts on blink.

What if you desired not just my frame,

But my scent, my voice, my soul’s claim?

What if we wandered, city streets our guide,

You sharing mischief tales, side by side?

What if we discovered a hidden waterfall’s in dim,

You by my side, teaching me how to swim?

What if, like before, you playfully hide,

Unlocking my hairclip, running free in stride?

And what if hope lingers, a never-ending list,

That one day, these what-ifs, will finally exist.