Time-Machine Love

I was delusional Enough to think twenty-five rose Petals could create countless Memories of exhilarating Romance, the kind that Leaves your stomach falling And then fading away like a child Echoing himself inside A deep and devastating Well. I was delusional Enough to think Wit could match Familiarity, All the while using the Most charming Yet rational banter Possible. I was also delusional Enough to believe in Time-machine love, And what would have been Had our hearts not been Otherwise engaged.