If I could live that afternoon again,
What would I do differently?
Would I distract you so you miss your turn,
Turn the music up a little bit louder,
Hesitate getting out of the car?
Because I do wish I could get it back,
I wish that we could have that heart to heart again,
Discussing life and death,
Everything in between and afterwards.
I wish I could see again your red, curly hair as it
Billowed over your forehead,
Your hands rarely on the wheel,
Your beanie slipping from your head as the
Wind flew through the open windows.
I wish I could hear again your gorgeous tenor voice
Belting out your favorite musicals,
What you are too afraid to say but you can sing it.
I just wish to see you again, the real you,
Untainted, untouched by the world.
Who you are when no one is watching.
I beg you to let me watch, just like you did
You are beautiful.
Don’t ever forget that.
Who said that platonic love isn't real?