paws

To be able to
bring back that one
moment,
to be able to
let the whisper
float through the air,
to be able to
I would give up
those hours,
undeserved.

Regret washes away
joy in a way not
like loss could.

The moment passes
but
the song lingers on;
echoes from all around
bounce through the walls
of my empty glass
shell.

Maybe I would
have been alive,
maybe I would
not be so dead
all the time.
Maybe, then,
I would be able
to take the hands
of those
I care for
into these paws
of mine.