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.