I Mentally Press The Pause Button
On My Selective Memory Scene
I Splash In The Lagoon Full Of Memories
The Allies Of ‘Ifs And Only’s’ Between
My Sixth Sense Repeatedly Mocking
Cruel Laughter, Spitting ‘Told You So! ‘
What Would Our Babies Look Like, I Wonder
In My Cold Corridor Of Hindsight I Go
Not One Nano Second Passes Lately
Imagining Comfort Your Body Would Bring
A Time Machine Would Be Useful
Wearing Yours. Not His, Wedding Ring