She cannot salvage memories
And make of them a living you;
She cannot rearrange the days
So they’d be gone instead of you
She cannot breathe the breath of life
To bring you back to her for good;
She cannot hold you to her heart –
But if she could, she would.
She would not want an enemy
To feel the way her poor heart feels;
Nor have another jail call filled
To help facilitate these deals
For you, of all, would know her way,
The fights that she has never fought;
She would give all to have you back,
Except – what she cannot —
For grief’s a continent, a distance great –
But she won’t reclaim you
By claiming
Hate