If only I could rewind time
Go back to when that wishful heart in her chest
was still beating spryly.
Back to when his most evident statements
would cover her lips in smiles and laughter.
Back to when she should have known
he would not mean as much to her now as he did before.
Go back to when he was once her world,
and tell that silly girl,
that after a long, long time,
her moments with him would only be
buried deep beneath unending layers of dust and ash.
And maybe if they had never spoken,
I would not have felt
What it is like to live.
