if I could change time
I would not fix it
I would hold it
between my palms
like something fragile
and breathing
I would linger longer
in your laughter
slow the way your name
leaves my mouth
stretch the moments you stay
and soften the ones you don’t
I would not erase the past
only rewrite how it feels
so even the breaking
would still sound like love
I would pause the hours
when everything felt
like it belonged
and let them drip a little slower
like honey in warm light
I would turn regret
into something gentler
not gone
just less sharp at the edges
and I would learn how to stay
inside each second with you
without already grieving its end