time she turned away from me - her hair and how it met the base of the skull and repelled
downward or climbed back up, she'd cut it short and then
watch it grow,
if I could, I would re-trace her ears and marvel at how the skin joined in perfect harmony behind them.
if I could, I would have had her a million times more in between my fingers, running them through her -
every "every" I have and had and will have.