the do-over

so, we meet again.

it’s been six years and
i do still have my regrets.
i bet you have none and
i envy you for it.

i should’ve been open with you
like you were with me.
honest to a fault,
i still don’t know how you did it.

i wish i’d told you what i felt
and that we could make it work.
wish granted: this is what
you wanted to hear, isn’t it?

i confess, pride got in the way.
my words dried up;
i couldn’t speak.
yet here we are now.

so take my hand and
let us enter this maze together.
i don’t know where we’re going.
i don’t know what we’re doing.

let’s figure it out together.

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