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