if I could, I would draw the back of every

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.