What We Could've Been

Time is such a beautiful thing, they say.

Time is a hopeful light of the array.

Time heals all wounds.

Time teaches us to be patient. 

Patience, waiting, selflessness.

And that's what I did.

Because love does not rush.

But what did it get me? 

If only you were honest from the start.

If only I were too.

But we weren't. 

We ran circles and laps,

And where did it get us? 

It got you somewhere with someone else,

But it got me in weakened knees and ragged breathing.

It got me reminiscing memories we never had,

Rereading the lines between our conversations,

Remembering the feeling of your fingertips

And how you caress my head

And play with my hair. 

You could've waited.

You could've been patient.

What can you see in her that is not in me?

Why couldn't you just wait? 

Does she make you laugh like I do?

Does she make you ponder like I do?

Does she make you poems... playlists like I do?

Does she include you in her prayers too?

Like I do? 

I was going to let the river flow gently as I let go,

But you had to come and unleash a storm

Every now and then

And my waters are disturbed every single time. 

I knew letting go would hurt. 

But to stop this hurt is to tell you too

That I mean everything in that drunken night

And I wish I could tell you those things in a sober state 

Unfortunately, I couldn't because I had entered the zone

Stabbed and deeply buried with the way you told me,

You only saw me as a friend.

Now, what happens to our playlist? 

Did you even mean it?

Or was it just a test?

Unfair, don't you think?

Because now I'm left with the thought

Of what ifs between us

And what we could've been.