If I could ask a simple favor,
from memories I simply savor,
I would change my history,
to bring my bestfriend back.
A four legged friend,
a happy friend-lost to a broken heart.
It was an utter surprise,
that I truely dispise,and then we were torn apart.
If I knew his death was near,I would change the thing thats dear:
I would change to fufill his happiest days,
and join him in his glourious plays.
Rolling in grass and pouncing in flowers,
giving him joy in his rightful powers.
I would change how time went by,
and at least say my rightful goodbye.
But I'm afraid to say our play is paid,
and his paws now walk in a holy way.
I say "goodbye, I'll see you again!"
But only if I could change one more time, just to say hi,
joined in our bonding once more.