Whatever Should Happen Poem by Hubert Ignatowicz

Whatever should happen
you mean so much to me
you do
Whatever turns out to be
Whatever turns out to be

We might go apart and
we might lose this unspoken touch
Whatever turns out to be
Whatever turns out to be

We might not be lovers
No feeling would occupy no space
In your mind
Whatever turns out to be
Whatever turns out to be

I shall miss you always
Somewhere on the bottom of the sea
In my heart
Whatever turns out to be
Whatever turns out to be