If I Were

A Free Verse Poem

If I were

the wind whipping through your hair

on late night drives with the windows down

after the rain just stopped,

leaving the road shiny and slick with wetness

and the smell of damp asphalt still permeating the air,

would you then believe

that I will always be with you?

And if I were

the blades of grass

poking through the concrete of your path

creating cracks in what once seemed indestructible,

my roots shooting deep into the earth beneath

and my greenery reaching up to the light,

would you then believe

that I am strong enough?

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