I would not say, 'It will be alright'
if I could travel back in time.
For it would be futile,
to risk lying to you
once more.
'It would have been so good
if it worked out,'
is what I might have said instead,
and lingered a little longerโ
just in case you, once again,
weary, chose at last
to pull, exhausted,
a small meter of earth
from beneath my feet
and over your head.
