What if I wrote

What if I wrote
A poem
With no title
And told you
Everything you will ever want
I have
Here in these lines

You might say
I cannot see any truth
Or beauty
It seems like another poem
That you wrote on the subway

Depending on where
I am in the cosmos, whether
I woke up with nightmares
Or thinking of you
I might agree
Or I might disagree

But, dearest
That doesn’t matter
The important point is this:
Everything I have ever wanted
Is tumbling around
Inside me

You remind of this
When I forget