If you died

While most would say, if you died today,
I would give anything for more time.
I wouldn't have said what I said,
I wouldn't have worked late for an extra dime.

If you died, I would have no regrets.
I couldn't have held you tighter than I did.
I wouldn't have stopped a single fight,
not even more time would I bid.

If I knew the last time was the last,
I wouldn't have changed a thing.
I wouldn't look deeper in your eyes,
I wouldn't savor the sweet smile you bring.

I would still throw things at your head,
crying, angry in my room.
Still hang up on you for no reason.
With each fight, I watched our love bloom.

I love you so much that, if you died,
I would be okay, in a sense.
That you taught me to live in the moment,
and in the moment, I did my best.

I was happy in our time together.
That's all that really counts in the end.
We savored every laugh and deep hug,
that from heaven, you were a godsend.

So, if you suddenly died today,
my world would not end. The sun will still rise.
My heart may crumble and collapse,
but because of you, I'm a little more wise.

I now know that, even if you're long gone,
and maybe no longer by my side,
that even from the deep dark,
you would want no tears to be cried.

So, if you went away and never returned,
my heart and soul would snap in two.
But I would rebuild, and I would take
one day at a time, like you taught me to do.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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October 3, 2026 at 6:09 PM
This is a deeply tender, candid poem that reframes anticipated loss through gratitude rather than regret. Its repeated “If you died” opening works as a powerful structural anchor, while the plainspoken rhyme and conversational images of arguments, laughter, hugs, and resilience make the love feel lived-in, imperfect, and real. The closing promise to rebuild “one day at a time” leaves a moving impression of love as both grief and strength.
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