If Only
"If only..."
How often I've whispered those two piddling words.
Quietly, like the fluttering wings of hummingbirds,
wishing I could rewind the clock to the time when
we were together, more then just your best friend.
Do you remember us, or did you choose to forget?
Do you think of us with only remorse and regret?
If I could rekindle our love like dew revives the flower,
I'd be the loveliest bloom in the porticoed bower.
If only I didn't feel the stinging misery of sorrow,
I think we might find ourselves together tomorrow.
Thrilled, I would be, being loved by you once more,
with your ring on my finger, like I once proudly wore.
If I could, I'd keep sullen nights from descending.
Without you, they're overwhelming; never-ending.
I refuse to look to the sky or the glowing moon.
I'm not sure I ever will, but now it's much too soon.
Could be it's better if we both try to forget, yet...
"if only..."
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