If I had the agency to make you free.
That we could meet, no longer guilty,
and ease our minds to make amends.
For the times we wavered,
feeble with doubt, that defense
shrouds our minds.
If you had the regency of capitous time.
That we could bend, every rigid line,
that delineates this Camelot we found.
For those times we intersected,
ruly locked away, that I abscond
from time, hoping,
to see you smile.
If these days had the urgency of us.
That we could meet, as lovers must,
without the cruelty of parlay.
For these times we miss,
the pith of love, that we weigh
with scales, unassuming,
of one lovely day.