Farewell

The morning I finished the time machine
I traveled to five minutes before
 
we met. Nothing changed. I shot myself

back fourteen times. Each trip led me
to the same aluminum shell and copper
wires. Last night I returned to ten
minutes before, trying to forget. 


...
This poem originally appeared Lyrical Passion Poetry. It also appeared in in Colin's first full-length collection of poetry, The Mattress Parlor (Scribble Fire Press, 2011).