I can’t trade yesterday’s problems for today’s.
But if I could, and it would bring you back, I would.
If I could have
another chance to talk to you again,
Another chance to be kind instead of impatient,
Then I would go back with my eyes open and not full of
tears,
And kiss you and tell you nice things,
And make sure you knew for sure,
How much you meant to me.
I never really knew just how much,
Until the days grew shorter and there was no time left,
For grand gestures, or even small ones.
I treated our lives like a dreary movie that I just wanted
to be over,
Never realizing that over is over, and I’d have no one to
even talk to
About how much I hated the movie.
But I didn’t have to hate it, I could have seen more
clearly,
And I would have seen the beauty and precision of
everything.
I still don’t see it, and if I ever do, who will I tell it
to?
Since I don’t have you.
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