As I twist a knob on the back of the clock, time moves back an hour- the Winter knocks.

Another season has crawled past without my noticing, because you were the one who noticed, and now that you're gone my eyes seem to have shriveled up to dirt.

If I had seen it from the start-

If I had repeated my exclamations of "amazing" and "fantastic" a thousand times over-

Would you have believed me?

Would it have made any difference?

If I twist this dial back enough, could I change things?

You were not happy. I learned that the hard way. I can only hope that wherever you are now is better, and that your world is kinder than this one.

At least... I hope your blanket of mud is keeping you warm.

I envy that mud. I'm jealous that it holds you, when all I ever managed was a brush of shoulders or a bumping of feet. I'm disappointed that you will spend eternity in that soil instead of in my arms where you belong.

We could have been forever.

The clock only turns back an hour. I need more time.

We needed more time.