...

what if there are no pictures ?,
to reflect passion,
none for love,
none for belonging, and
none merely, of
us ?

what if there was no us ?,
to call each our own ,
none for forever,
none for knowing, but
just you, and merely
me ?

...

what of ebbs without flow?
what of droughts without floods?,

what of tears without laughter?,
what of misery without happiness?,

what of pain without pleasure?,
what of death before life?,

what of questions without answers?,
what of this glass half full?,

what of me after that fact?.