If I had the chance to relive one part of my life,
I’d do things differently with us.
I’d say “I love you” more often than I did,
and press a kiss to your lips the night we met.
I’d bring you flowers, yellow roses
just to bring warmth into your life,
because you told me you suffered too much.
I’d hold you tighter if I had the chance,
rest my head on your chest more, not less.
I’d place a kiss on the tip of your nose,
and maybe we’d get married
and dance to your favourite song.
I’d tell my mother you were the one.
I’d declare to her there was nothing but us.
I’d say something better
than “we’re too young,”
because it was such a silly thing to keep us apart.
But we were just kids, stupidly in love
and what could we do
when we were only thirteen years old?
If time were kind enough to give me another moment,
I’d learn how to listen to the silences
hidden between your words.
I’d keep every secret you trusted me with
and guard it like a treasure.
I’d walk beside you longer,
even when the road got dark,
and I’d whisper your name
like a promise
I meant to keep.
But time doesn’t wait,
and the past stays where it belongs.
All I can do now is carry your memory
like sunlight in my hands,
forgive the children we once were,
and thank you for teaching me
what love felt like the first time.
And if some distant evening
our paths should cross again,
I’ll smile at you softly
and hope you’ll know without words
that I always loved you
then, now, and in every life
where I get another chance.
And until that day,
I’ll plant yellow roses in gardens that aren’t ours,
watch them bloom and wither without you.
I’ll hear our songs in empty rooms,
and dance alone under a sky
that keeps its stars to itself.
It won’t change the past,
but it will remind me gently
how something so young
could still ache like forever.
I’ll walk down streets that feel like echoes,
where every shadow holds a memory of your face.
Sometimes I’ll whisper your name into the wind
just to feel it leave my mouth again.
Sometimes I’ll close my eyes
and picture the life we might have built
not to torture myself, but to keep it real
for a few more heartbeats.
And when the seasons turn,
I’ll stand at the edge of winter,
holding a single yellow rose,
knowing it will never reach you
but still lifting it toward the sky
as if it might.
Because even if we never meet again,
somewhere in the quiet between my breaths
you’re still there,
thirteen and smiling,
and I’m still reaching for you.
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC
If I had the chance to relive one part of my life,
I’d do things differently with us.
I’d say “I love you” more often than I did,
and press a kiss to your lips the night we met.
I’d bring you flowers, yellow roses
just to bring warmth into your life,
because you told me you suffered too much.
I’d hold you tighter if I had the chance,
rest my head on your chest more, not less.
I’d place a kiss on the tip of your nose,
and maybe we’d get married
and dance to your favourite song.
I’d tell my mother you were the one.
I’d declare to her there was nothing but us.
I’d say something better
than “we’re too young,”
because it was such a silly thing to keep us apart.
But we were just kids, stupidly in love
and what could we do
when we were only thirteen years old?
If time were kind enough to give me another moment,
I’d learn how to listen to the silences
hidden between your words.
I’d keep every secret you trusted me with
and guard it like a treasure.
I’d walk beside you longer,
even when the road got dark,
and I’d whisper your name
like a promise
I meant to keep.
But time doesn’t wait,
and the past stays where it belongs.
All I can do now is carry your memory
like sunlight in my hands,
forgive the children we once were,
and thank you for teaching me
what love felt like the first time.
And if some distant evening
our paths should cross again,
I’ll smile at you softly
and hope you’ll know without words
that I always loved you
then, now, and in every life
where I get another chance.
And until that day,
I’ll plant yellow roses in gardens that aren’t ours,
watch them bloom and wither without you.
I’ll hear our songs in empty rooms,
and dance alone under a sky
that keeps its stars to itself.
It won’t change the past,
but it will remind me gently
how something so young
could still ache like forever.
I’ll walk down streets that feel like echoes,
where every shadow holds a memory of your face.
Sometimes I’ll whisper your name into the wind
just to feel it leave my mouth again.
Sometimes I’ll close my eyes
and picture the life we might have built
not to torture myself, but to keep it real
for a few more heartbeats.
And when the seasons turn,
I’ll stand at the edge of winter,
holding a single yellow rose,
knowing it will never reach you
but still lifting it toward the sky
as if it might.
Because even if we never meet again,
somewhere in the quiet between my breaths
you’re still there,
thirteen and smiling,
and I’m still reaching for you.
it’s my first poem here, I don’t know what I am doing