You can’t erase the marks of time,
But you can pretend you don’t see them-
I was afraid he would.
He said being with me is like time travel
but I didn’t understand.
How if we could go back in time it could be fatal
To the then, the now, and the what will be’s.
If he looked at me the wrong way,
spoke the wrong words,
Took me to the wrong place at the wrong time,
It could be detrimental to my future-
That’s how easily effected I am,
and he was afraid of the effect he’d have on me.