If Time Could Heal

If I could rewrite history, I’d rearrange the alphabet placing you and I further apart. If I were a novelist, I’d write the end to our beginning, skipping the chapters of evidence that we were never meant to be from the start. If I could reinvent math, I’d eliminate the greater than and equal to symbol, because dividing pain by the struggle, multiplying grief by the stress, more or less means finding something greater than, doesn’t equal you. If I could manipulate the hands of time, I’d erase the moment you entered my life. If I could be anything other than what I feel, I’d be blind because then I’d never witness the unfulfilled potential, I saw in you.