I listen to the good and bad,
the wishes you had,
listen to the space between breaths-
I think I can undo this.
Undo the hurt, fill those spaces.
We’ll go back,
unwind that clock,
Undo the should’ve beens, the wish I’d’s,
Let’s untell this story.
We can make our own time machine
fueled by the electricity in our touch,
the heat from our kiss,
we can do this.
You give me your past
and I’ll give you mine.
We’ll cancel it out.
We’re untelling everything from this
Unraveling all that hurt until we find-
we’ve quilted something extraordinary.