if I were given the chance, would I take it?
to start from the beginning, all over again,
before the tears, before the pain,
to when we first met, that night on the train,
to a time filled with excitement and infinite possibility,
would it be too late to rewrite,
what is now, our history?
'it wasn't meant to be', over and over I repeat,
much like the brush strokes of a troubled painter,
attempting to brighten a canvas oh so bleak,
if that questionable line were indeed true,
why do I dream, reminisce,
yearn to be once more, together with you?
why is it so difficult, for me to let go?
just as relief approaches, I stop and listen,
(our song playing on the radio)
seems no matter how hard I try,
i can never forget,
the moments we shared and I whispered,
'I love you, Juliet'.