other forms

you may have carried me

this far

in other forms

and somehow I don’t see

myself

turn to your arms

is there time to rewind

and because you insist

your hand so delicate

i hold it like a child

cradle the knot in my stomach

is there time to rewind

is there time to rewrite

pain like the oldest design

we may have a shared a place

doorway

touching in passing

and somehow i can’t face

your way

stopping in motion

is there time to rewind

is there time to rewrite

is there time to rewind