If you were able to repeat the past, would you?

Aching, mauling over the idea of
what could have been,
the stars that finally aligned within hands reach,
just for a couple of seconds,
and you stared at them in awe
instead of reaching out and grabbing them,
bringing them close to you.

Or the terror, that comes with every decision,
like leaves brushing against a window,
but instead this time the window is your
mind and your thoughts,
and the leaves are your worries.
Scratching at the glass pane as you stare at them...
Bothersome, isn't it?

Sometimes I wish I can stop
everything
with a bash, and everything goes away,
but really,
you can never forget
lost dreams.

So what if, what if I had courage back then?