There is nothing in the rules that says that time must flow,
in line and order, rhyme and reason

That we must have regrets
not be able to fix our mistakes

Newton, Einstein, Schrodinger the lot
Didn't give a toss for time

Cause and effect fluid with respect
to who or what is looking.

According to them my love would cause
you in effect to return to me

At least there could be a universe
where you decided differently

And I could know that part of my wavefunction
was content and whole

But Boltzmann was a bastard.
I must accept the loss

And that between us now exists
some Pauli-like exclusion principle

by me