Missed Signals.

I wonder if your fingers ever have lingered.

Lingered there, with such tentative precision.

I wonder if linger they have, on a keyboard,

Message head bearing the name of mine.

Head against a pink-grey pillow, I drift in the idea.

Awake-dreaming all the could-have been times.

Pretty possibilities.

If only you had lingered, and if only you had sent.

Qualming with myself, I query to you.

Have you ever backtracked, frightful presses back?

Courage sparked in your heart, beaten back by mind.

Heart over head till head banished heart.

There are worlds that could have been, if only.

I look through murky-dreaming and I wonder.

Did you ever, or do I only dream?

Did the temptation ever fill you?

Perhaps once your fingers lingered, and perhaps once,

Dreaming could’ve seen daylight.

I would know, and you would know, and how things could be!

But if you ever lingered so, backwards always you seem to go.

I wonder how many lost messages.

How many lost words.

How many times lips have been tempted to speak.

I wonder how my world might’ve and might be.