A is for Anyway

Is there any way to fix this?
Any way to go back to how we were?
Back to when I could hold on to your soft waist
like a child clinging to her trusty security blanket
when all else fails.
Back to when I was able to make you laugh, the sound of your roar
echoing in the distance.
The very noise that now rings incessantly in my head.
Is there any way for me too see you in person, before
the sight of your lovely face made me nauseous, anxious, and sick.
Any way to steal one more kiss and start over again?
For, if such an absurd way exist, I want to learn it.
But what’s the use of trying to go back to that time,
if my memory of you has distorted the reality of you
anyway?