If I could go back in time,
To the space where our sorrows did not rhyme,
I would let you walk away;
Sit alone & watch the skies turn grey.
Maybe then, I would not be sitting here
On the corner of Davis & California street
Writing poetry about all parts of you I will never meet.
If you could go back in time,
You would probably not have touched me
On that cold night in February.
Maybe then, we would be in the same place,
Riding bikes on steep hills -
& not searching for each other in a stranger’s face.
If we could go back in time, I would just accept
That we were not meant to be.
Maybe then, I would not have this swelling fantasy
To trace all the parts of you I did not get to see.