I close my eyes so that I may see him in the night and in the day and in the light of the refrigerator. I walk through the hallways of time, rewind, and look into his face while I try not to cry. I hold the weight of this tiny world on my hip and bring her to him so that she may know that he saw her. The world changes around me, without me,  because of me. We are not real, you and I. You and her. Her. You. Me. Anything? No air but not for lack of trying. I draw circles with apologies, and I take the blame for you dying.