If

If I didn’t reach out or ask who you are, Nothing would be bonded or even set. Movements would be an afterthought, and no names would I know. If I didn’t send words through internet streams and into your domain, Never would you have even spoken a language going my way. Even the microscopic nuisances starving in play, However without the question could not forget how to stay. If things were communicated in a different function, Nothing in my mind goes past a feeble point. The system would inevitably set again in code, And bits and bytes would not utter your phonemic name. If I didn’t manage to live up to expectations, Maybe facts don’t line up to a related verse. Friendly or not the only way forward is talking to you about the life we challenge. It’s not any kind of fake premonition or front, Only the stories that fascinate our unequated minds. If the numbers weren’t in the stars, Then no hemispheres collided and your figment of the imagination, would be lost in all translations. And truly if not knowing you stems a loss so significant that will drag the soul into the shallows, And strangle the breaths I tried to seek a glimpse of just a simple comedic expression. Which eventually floods my mind with sensations and exasperations much how traveling to destinations unfolds. And this, I would’ve never even known who YOU even were.