#28

It's times like these in which I reminisce
I recall your face, lips, and dress
Sometimes I sort of miss them
And others I wish had never happened
Alas it's been done, time is gone
Somewhere that situation is happening
In some other dimension
It makes me smile, it makes me sad
The only thing that really crosses my mind
Is wondering if I cross yours?

I guess this has been done before, yes?
I interject then, and must switch it.
For it's a bit too cliche
And everyone knows it's god awful
To be cliche, isn't it?
I suppose I wouldn't have written this
Had I thought to tell you everything
Oh shame on me!
I bought a time machine to rectify this
See you 5 months ago.