NY Sonnet #5

If only I could backwards go in time,
Every step of this wretched trail of tears
I would erase, starting with every rhyme
I committed in your name. All the fears
And hopes in Time's incinerator burn.
Backwards I travel: snakes exterminate;
Rehearsals cancel; my money return;
So many drinks un-drunk and meals un-ate
Emails un-send and compliments un-say.
Remove every trace of Silent Otto:
Ban you from Weehawken; un-write that play;
To Asbury Park together un-go.
So much more to undo, but that's a start.
The sight of your name a knife in my heart.

The content of this sonnet pretty much requires that I stop writing about this person, finally.