Exquisite maybes.

A path, yet to be engulfed in flames
Cries out to me in distant screams
And muffled sobs (echoed, unseen)

My heart; fully hearing, fully seeing
the exquisite maybes (and vulgar what ifs)
While my mind strikes a match,
threatens to hold us both
to the fire, unforgiving,
without apology

If I say it's all a dream
I know you'll utter, gently beg,
"and so is this?"