On The Other Side Of Time

An arrow pierces a diary
with unmarked pages as the day
hasn't happened. At least with that

there is nothing to say when nothing
can happen because it can't  
happen and this is different

than past lives. How can I explain
when all I can say is I'm sorry
for confusing compromise by letting

everything in like the time he said
he didn't have a problem,
that he didn't need help you'd be

forgiven for thinking time held
its breath, that night had a punctured
lung, the sound of a man

coughing blood. It hit the walls,
splatters the floor on a day
not even thought of let alone born.