Today I woke up wanting to go back in time.
I could change a few things there.
Put a few things back together.
Leave that scene before I said too much.
Be a little less vulnerable on that Tuesday.
Less hurtful on that Friday.
I’d linger on that bench just long enough for you to get the courage to speak what you wanted to say that one night.
That one night when the moon was mockingly bigger than most nights. When my favorite candy was your favorite candy. And we’d laugh at the same jokes as we sat side by side confused at our chance meeting there in matching color schemes.
But I didn’t notice it then.
This time I’d listen to you.
I'd listen well.