I wish we could replay.
go back to spring
when we watched bright leaves kiss
tree branches goodbye, kissing
tree trunks and their
green companions hello.

go back.
make is to that the words never
fell out of my mouth so I didn't
have to watch your face turn into
a frown as you dropped my fragile
fingers from yours, breaking the,
what we thought was unbreakable,
bond.
make it so that I never had to catch
you in a moment of concentration to
be able to place one last kiss on yours,
leaving a lingering sensation where you later
placed a gentle finger over, just wishing I
could do it again.
make it so that I never turned around to
have to see you still standing where I'd
left you as if your tears had nourished the
ground where we stood, planting you there,
almost as if not even the earth wanted us to
be forgotten.
I wish I never had to be forced to turn
back around and continue walking away
from you, feeling the string that tied our hearts
together snap as I stepped further, hearing
the yellow leaves beneath my boots crumble the
way your heart did.
I wish we could go back so that I
never had to see our end and know it was
all
my
fault.?