Second Chance
We meet on an autumn day, under the trees
Fast forward one year and a half, and now we're here - done, broken, finished.
But this is how I would play it today - if I had one chance at a replay....
I would have kissed you on that fateful day, in the autumn breeze,
As we stood underneath the majestic trees.
I would argue less, listen more, even if it did bore.
Not call so much, cause I can live still Without you being here.
I'd put my arm around you while sitting on the hill.
I wouldn't reply to all your texts, maybe forget one or two,
And long-time-coming replies, cause hey, I got plenty of things to do.
We would go more to the beach: I give you a salty kiss with waves at our feet,
Heck with it, I think I would give you alot more kisses than I ever actually did.
Like when I picked you up, and you demanded to be let down,
I think I'd hold you still and twirl you about, ‘fore putting your feet on the ground.
At the restaurant, we'd sit in a corner at a tiny table holding hands,
Yeah, I think that's what I'd do if I ever got a second chance.
I'd be a bit more mercurial, more mature, a touch colder.
Seems so easy to say, now that I'm older.
I'd cut out my stupid comments, my thoughtless actions, and replace them.
Instead of a boy, you'd get a gentle, respectful man.
I would take you out so much more, to who cares where, a beach, a restaurant, or hill,
Instead of being stuck inside with too much time to kill.
I don't know if the results would be worse or better,
But if I had a second chance on offer...
This poem would be my game plan,
A kiss on your cheek, guarded lips, my hand in your hand.
Change a boy into a hard yet soft man.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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