There are too many I wishes in life.
Too many regrets,
too much time reflecting on what could be done,
and moments where you wish you can do something differently.
I should have known this was going to happen.
I should have come by,
I should have said “I love you more,”
I should have tried to move on past 20 years of mistakes.
Only I did not.
Now it may be too late.
I remember why I’m angry,
and realize that maybe the angry isn’t worth it.
I realize that I may never get a chance to call you, or talk to you.
I realize that maybe I was wrong to push you away and dismiss you.
But, then I remember the fact you didn’t try to move past it too.
You still did your actions in an endless cycle.
You still took sides.
Maybe we’re both at fault here.
Maybe we’re the victims in the devil’s selfish war path.
Maybe we’re unsure how to act,
so we’re taking our sides based on what’s safe.
Maybe we’ll never be perfect,
but perhaps somehow we can erase the devil’s handiwork.
If we did it earlier, maybe we could have been better.
But the maybes in life are not reality.
But, that’s all we have left —
the comfort of what could have been.
If you ask me, it’s better than reality.