Were it within my power

If I possessed the power,
Through time’s vast expanse to stride,
I’d return to October past,
Not to tread the same path,
But to cloister my heart,
A stranger's guise to wear,
Rather than future’s estrange.

If I were granted such might,
To mold myself anew,
I’d seek to be the best,
Yet 'tis not I who fault bears,
But destiny’s cruel decree,
The former self you might prefer,
But as seasons alter, so must I,
Onward, to be another’s solace.

If it were within my reach,
I’d cast you as my foe,
For even in enmity, I’d remain,
Lingering in memory’s shade.
A dread gnaws at my soul,
To love another, I doubt,
And mayhap, 'tis I who shall falter and fall.