The Longing

If only time could run backwards

If only I’d been more forward

If only Sunday evening was Thursday night instead

If only Thanksgiving Dinner was breakfast in bed

If only every word you said could only be unspoken

If only cats were dogs and hearts could not be broken

If only I were still the name upon your lips

If only down was up, if only buttons were zips

If only silence was golden

If only there and then was here and now

If only everything that ever was was all that ever could be

If only who and why was always you and me