NaPoWriMo #2

Regret clings on my hands and

my lips and stains my eyes grey.

I would be a terrible choice

for our world’s first

time traveler.

I would go back and stop

myself from ever saying,

“I love you,” to those other girls

so when I told

you it would feel new,

totally yours.

It would smell like a baby,

and you could hold it to your chest ,

whisper its name,

promise it you would stay there

until it fell asleep.

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