If only I could stop listening,
to the calls of the wind.
If only I could stop from feeling
the emotions herein.

If only I could stop thinking
of how it is to see you again.
If only I could stop pondering,
what could you be doing.

If only I could stop asking,
is this a dream or real?
If only I could stop seeing
your face in my dream.

If only I could go on living
in this tiny, little world.
If only I can prevent waking,
from this lovely realm.

If only I can go on walking,
in this world of “if only’s”.
If only there’s a point of stopping,
I would have yielded long ago and moved on.