I’d hold a mirror to your beauty
with every nuance
of everything you are.
I’d relight the spark in your eyes
with a furnace of positive prose.
Fix up your broken heart
with sutures of loving words.
I could scribble out your past,
leaving an ellipsis for your future.
Most importantly I’d write myself out of your life,
for our own protection.
But my aching heart and all the words in all the world
can ever undo
the unfortunate events that unfolded
between me and you.