SECOND CHANCE
If I ever had to live with regret
It would be the choice I made
That day just past midday
When the world dropped its mask.
There I stood adrift in thought
Drowning in a tide of anger
Sinking beneath my own silence
Wounded by what I didn’t know.
If I could build a softer clock
I’d turn its hands back gently
To the moment I saw you and him
But this time, I would ask.
I’d ask who he was, not assume.
I’d listen instead of walking away.
Can we return to that unspoken hour?
This time, I won’t choose pride over love.
Copyright © Hakim Fuhad Mansaray | Year Posted 2025
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