"What if you could bring someone back from the dead?"

Full of curiosity, she asks me -

perfectly serious

Once long ago, I would've said
That I would've done it
If it would make everybody happy
Then it was okay
But at what cost, my mind hisses

I merely smile at her
And ask her if she would
She cocks her head, unknowing

Now I think of it as my life
If I were to die where I stand
I'd like to think I'd be okays
I wouldn't want to come back
I would've already made my peace

"No, I wouldn't... I have my own life to lead."

Holding her hand tight, I reply -

candidly honest

I will appreciate that they came into my life
Treasure the memories, not consumed with anger
Their time has already expired
There's a hole in someone's logic if they think
That bringing back someone from the dead is plausible