She could've stayed, and I would've loved her for a lifetime.

She could've let herself be loved, and I would've shown her what that means.

She could've let herself wake beside me on Sundays, and I would've kept making her pancakes.

She could've let herself believe she was enough, and I would've reminded her, every day, that she was.

She could've let herself be my Jessica Rabbit, and I would've made her laugh like Roger every day.

She could’ve let herself slow dance with me in the bedroom, and I would’ve held her through every quiet night.

She could've stayed, and I would’ve kept planning picnic dates.

She could've stayed, and I would've written her poems until my hands gave out.

She could've stayed, and I would've loved her, even when she couldn't love herself.

She could've stayed, and I would've made every birthday feel like magic.

She could've stayed, but she didn't. Now all my "would've's are just echoes in the hallway she left me in


She could've stayed....