If only

If only we could turn back time,
or trim the world to fit, edit, tidy
draw new shapes, hold back the
pain a bit. But life remains

inexorable, all happens as it
should, at least that's what I
tell myself, to ease the hurt
which holds, and make it

just more bearable, diluted
in its form, so mind and
heart can process, assimilate,
absorb, and find a place

where hopes can stand, and
where the future hints, of
possibilities, now felt lost;
of love returned as gift.

If only we could turn back time,
or trim the world to fit, edit, tidy
draw new shapes, hold back the
pain a bit. But life remains.......