Is a big, fat eraser
And a truly magical marker
Then I could rewrite history
To how I want it
I’m not talking about
Preventing earthquakes
Or saving my wallet from
That Jack-in-the-Box dumpster at the beach
I’d like to save my own Titanic
A ship I thought I could lead
But which took me to icebergs instead
I’d go back to the week of
April 4, 2004
Instead of avoiding you,
I’d cherish every moment together.
Instead of spending my nights
On long distance phone calls,
I’d spend them with you.
Instead of breaking your heart,
I’d hold it gently in my hands.
Instead of telling you there wouldn’t be another time,
I’d tell you I wanted to keep trying.
Instead of walking away from you,
I’d never let you go.
Instead of shattering you,
I’d wrap you up in my arms
To protect you
I’d go visit you
And you’d come visit me
Everything would be great
But I don’t have that eraser
Or the magic marker
So instead of my easy dreams,
I have to work hard
To rebuild another ship.
TL
3:40pm
2 September 2004
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