Undo

Like the painter's finished image

tossed with water.

Like the mocked heights of the tree
as it shrivels underground.

Like a timid house
set to vibrant flames.

Like the bridge in London
throwing itself down.

Does embrace only
foreshadow the cold
as discovery breathes life
to loss?

Am I and have I
been
only to seek
ways
to undo it all for
you?