If I hadn't met your gaze in that void of youth, when I mistook impulse for absolute truth
If I hadn't met your gaze in that void of youth, when I mistook impulse for absolute truth,
When I believed carelessness was courage and threw words to the wind, not knowing they would wound deeply and painfully.
Perhaps my words would have died unspoken, they wouldn't have deserved your silence full of meaning and pain,
Now, when clarity comes accompanied by regret, I see you in absence, in the silence where you should have always been.
Each moment of silence bears your name, like a whisper of wind through the leaves of late autumn,
Each moment I failed to truly see you now stands vivid before my empty eyes.
You waited patiently, you stayed when others would have left, and I broke things I didn't understand,
You offered me trust, while I gave you only confusion, you were the calm, I was the devastating storm.
Time doesn't offer a second chance, it closes doors without warning, leaving behind only the echo of regrets,
And I, who see so clearly now, have no right to knock on the door of the past, to ask forgiveness for my mistakes.
You were right to leave, to feel all that I learned too late, when the wounds were already too deep,
If I hadn't met your eyes then, when I was still a stranger to myself, lost among the rocks.
Now, in the mirror of time, I see clearly how much I've lost, how blind I was to your beauty,
Each memory is an unwept tear, each thought of you is a sad melody sung by my heart.
In the silence of the night, your name is a painful echo, a reminder of all I had and foolishly lost,
And I, a poet of regret, write verses for you, hoping that somewhere, somehow, our love still lives.
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Dan Enache
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