The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.

If given the chance to travel through time

I could go back and change so much. Relive so many things. Or undo so many more. I could say the things I never got to say, and apologizes for the things I did. I could hold you one last time, and maybe even for a few extra seconds. And I wouldn’t turn my head away when you tried to kiss me again. I could hear the words “I love you” escape your lips and take a minute to truly appreciate the value of those words, and acknowledge how lucky I was to have heard them from you. I could call out your name in the night as I watch you walk away with someone else in the snow, arm in arm beneath the street light, not waiting to see the wind erase your footprints. I could go back, and do it all over again. But the end would still be the same.

So rather, I would choose to move forward in time. To when your name becomes a relic in the catacombs of my mind. When I can no longer remember your face and I don’t long for your touch. When your voice is muted in my dreams and I can finally accept you as nothing more than a memory.

I shan’t move back to no peace, but rather move forward to know peace.