once you’ve left
the safety of the ledge
you can’t climb back
to the landing –
the place you were standing

You can’t uncook
the meat in the frying pan
once it hits the heat
it’ll not be raw again

You can’t unsay
the words you’ve said
once they slip pass the lips
they’re lost in the abyss

You can’t undo
the thing you’ve done
like a knot tied in a rope
once you slide down
the slippery *****

You can't untangle
the mess you're in
like snarls in hair
you can't brush out
the strands matted
and clumped together
like hair down the drain
you can't sew it on
the head
like crusts cut off
a piece of bread

You can’t unlive
this life you have
you can’t go back
in a time machine
and live the dream