A Poet’s Qualm

If time could rearrange

Wouldn’t that be strange?

If time could slow to a creep

—whenever we just felt the need—

That would be something…

If time could bring us together

My heartache would fade and be better.

If time could cut off the heads and the tails and leave only good

That’s something I’d drink regardless of if I should.

If time could erase the fear and bring us back here,

I wonder if feelings would remain so clear?

I wonder who the actual fuck I would be?

Not the person I hate; but the one who set me free.

Then they’d all see.

If time could change the past.

I would change me.

I really really would….

If time could…