I would if I could.

I’m deleting you.

I should have done this months ago.

I should have done this before I met you.

I should have done this when I still could.

All was simple and clear,

even things that were uncertain.

Now my life is full of modals,

of shoulda, woulda, coulda,

of what ifs and I wishes.

So I’m deleting you.

Erasing you, wiping you out.

At least I’m trying

harder than I’ve ever tried anything.

At least I should.

I would if I could.

But the modals are in my way.