If I could walk years past or years later

like doors we pass

I'd go to you

and with I

we'd who it through the uni and the verse

no Dr fix or save

just the savouring of new days

long ago when

then before

before after

till our internal clocks

finish there unwind

our bodies lost in time

conscious to the space

the external clocks would continue

and our memories bloom shall wither

ash to the vortex

the complexity of our life's

shall remain unmastered

insignificant to passers of graves

but at least my love of free

we would have hold of each other

in those final hours

See old smiles once innocent and young

in those closing minutes

and breath our last

in them terminal seconds

If only time were as easy to control

as reading maps

I'd go to you


By Dylan Oscar Rowe

Then what happens
Does the past become more bearable
Do you try to second guess mistakes made
Not wanting to make them again
Do you start believing in a future
Try to shed the bonds of a past
When do you once again trust
What happens then?