I was mistaken
Or put most precisely
I misunderstood
The who or the why or the what of that hand
That hand that reached out
And I may have gasped
How long without air, it is too hard to say
But now I’ve this shirt
With no known owner
It skulks in the back while it whispers an “If”
In an up shade of blue that has stolen my eyes
So my soul lurches outward
Screaming “There was no “If””
Take your comfort in knowing that soon it shall find
Stranger skin on an island of Hope