if we could turn back time

by Callia Liang

I’d want to reach 
for your hand and whisper everything
is going to be alright. 

Everything is going to be
alright even though in the end,
you leave again.

I understand: after all,
there is more to life 
than what is right in front of you.

There is more to life 
than what is right in front of me, but you
were so dazzling
filling my view with such
brightness that I sometimes 
forgot to breathe.​

That I sometimes 
forgot we did not 
belong to each other.
And probably never will, right?

I understand: after all,
you deserve good things.
People who will 
take care of you,
folding your socks the right way 
and watering the plants when you forget.
People who know 
how to cherish you.

I’d want to reach for — no
you deserve good things.
People who know when 
to hold on to you.
People who know when to let go.

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