IF I COULD UNDO ANY MISTAKE, IT WOULD BE YOU
I would unwind you from my body, until
our separated bodies lay innocently side by side
on the bed in the room with the crooked curtain rail
that caused the sun to fall in broken pieces on the floor.
I would uncurl your fingers from each strand of my hair,
divorce your lips from mine to let the air between them
become words to speak away the silence that led to
that first kiss. And, unkissed, I would walk backwards
away from your house, down the hill towards the harbour
past the ships and birds and moorings. I would walk
backwards to the train station to take my seat and forget,
halfway home, where I was going because I’d never been there,
in the room with the broken sunlight and the crooked curtain rail,
the photographs and our hands, that never touched above our heads.
Unkissed, I would lie at home, not thinking about you,
not falling in love with you, not falling in love with you,
so I would not have to wish, years later, that I could undo you.
'If I Could Undo Any Mistake It Would Be You' was published in Popshot's 12th issue, The Time Issue, which is available to buy here.