If I could fly into time
I would take you to the
Past and show you how much
She loved you even though
She broke up with you
I would take you to
Your future so you could
See how little all of this
Matters there but yet it means
Everything right now, and
Now is all you have, but
Eventually you will see
Him at his desk with
Pictures of his kids, and
It will be you, at the desk,
In the pictures
Now you are with me
I am taking you to
Your bedroom to show
You that time you smoked
All that dope and you
Thought you were alone
I want you to know it
Does not have to be
Like this, not now, not
Anymore. I want you to
Look up and see yourself
And see me too
I would take you to Livermore,
or Hawaii, or Barcelona, or
Back in time to before-cancer
to before-the-accident to before
She was drunk or asleep
all-the-time so you can hug
She who pushed you out of
Her so you can tell her
You love her.
Chloe Sparacino is the department assistant for Fermanian Business School. She likes to hiking, biking, riding horses and writing poetry.
Grace Gaines