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