If I could reach back
recenter and rewind.
If for just a moment
we could flashback
to a simple time,
when in the cold of winter
you stood outside my window
all night leading up to that moment,
I wondered just how to tell you,
didn’t want you to leave,
was afraid of losing you.
If I told you those words
would you run away from me.
I was so afraid, it was killing me
not to tell you I loved you.
I wanted you to stay,
I watched you walk away,
and for an instant as my window closed
you were saying good night,
and I said
“I love you”
and your expression,
on that chilly winter night
left me feeling an ache
that somehow I’d lost you,
and only years later would I know
you didn’t hear my words that night.
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