Could the clock turn back,
what would remain?
Could we change our mistakes
without going insane?
If I could reach back through,
the years would shatter
Turning to ash in my palms,
the lonely dust to scatter.
Too many wrongdoings,
I could roll the dice
Too many impossible outcomes,
I can't afford the price.
I want to be okay with the past
But I've nowhere to start.
Sitting here, the ash scattered
trying to mend my broken heart.
I shouldn't have loved him.
I knew better than it.
But I can't change the past,
Only to the future can I commit.
I'd turn back the clock
and swiftly erase just this one
but how could that possibly
save me from coming undone?
~E J Royson
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