TIME TRAVEL ME

Time travel me back.

Let me say goodbye again.

A minute more,

           a moment,

a chance to see Ed’s face

           alive,

hold his hand like we did when I was a kid –

feel his skin and smell him.

Time travel me back.

Let me relive any moment with Ed;

I’ll take him at his worst,

            his moodiest.

Anything at all so long as he can hear me.

Time travel me back

so I can say goodbye and mean it.

Give me the final moment again

to use the words no one in our house

ever dared to say to one another –

scared of being sappy or overemotional.

Give me the three seconds with Ed

and I will tell him the words and I will mean them.

I will say,

               I love you.