If I could live another life with you 
I’d talk of a few more things 
More palpably, more honestly with you
Of things that gnawed 
At my mind; at the way my gut wrenched 
Balling up inside, or even when 
The pit of my belly dissolved 
In a fluttering crush of butterflies 
I’d speak of love light-footed and pure 
The kind that knocks you to the floor 
And the next instant pins shimmering wings
On your tingling spine so you can fly
High high, breath-catchingly high!

I’d talk of heartbreaks too
That shred the organs into little bits 
Where the pain ripples in screaming peals 
Your thoughts marking time with the cacophony
Where you stumble on your own feet 
Where you want to just lie down and feel 
Nothing for a while 
I’d share secrets that I have held deep inside
Now frozen, frigid, petrified
Mute scars of speechless agonies
Never named, never identified 

I’d also tell you that I loved 
My quiet, my solitude 
When it was just me in my room
Or just you and me
Sipping tea 
In the lounge, watching tv 
And then I’d tell you about the things 
That would make my tone-deaf heart sing 
A constant humming underneath
Beneath the sheath of my skin
Of peace that was soothing, softening
Of flame-bright hope and quiet joy 

I’d talk to you 
Of beginnings and of endings too
Some tragic some tender 
Of sometimes going under 
But always re-surfacing, I would 
Talk of spirituality, the ethereal kind 
That makes the hair stand on end 
The kind that quickens your breath 
That makes life and even death
A fleeting, splendorous enterprise 
A mystical trip with no finish line

And when your time here or mine
Was drawing to a close 
Together we would 
Strum those notes
One last time
Of all the things that we’d talked about
And all the times that we had spent 
And then I’d have held your hand in mine 
We would have laughed and cried 
And laughed again
Because nothing would have been left 
Unsaid at the end.