Sonnet #115

Imagine if we could reset to a point in life

We could go back and try again to build
the future we desire before we die, keep the wife
we lost, try the careers we wanted, climb new hills
then go back again. I think at first we’d see
The opportunity as a selfish one, a reset
To redo the places where we could not be
what we wanted, eventually we’d get it:
Which children from which line get to exist?
Which people did we help, and who’s love burned?
And when we reset whose kiss will be the last kiss?
Eventually, we’d see the reset as a violence, a cosmic spurn
We could go back and climb again with younger bones
but the world we love can’t stand on faithless stones

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