The Scales

If we could walk back over cracks
Cement them shut
Tie things up
Neatly like that - like a plastic bag
Would it be bad?

If I could rustle up the feelings
Make them come back
How I noticed your lip and lisp
And what well-shaped nails you had
Would I stop feeling sad?

If the amount of times I thought a thought about a thought
Counted
Got totted up on some scale somewhere
To go towards making you change
Would you raelise what you had?