Tip-Ex Girlfriend

I changed the dates
on your letters,
extended our love
beyond your limits.
To fool a future self
I put them in a box
somewhere I'd forget.

I lost selected pages
I'd never understand.
Removed words you didn't mean
until you started making sense.
Filled empty spaces
with things you used to say,
hoping you'd soon remember.

The last remains unopened,
our Schrödinger-love inside.
Sealed tight, without the kiss.
I wish I could’ve fixed 'us'
with tip-ex and a shoe box.
But words are hard to change
now there's nothing left to say.