Second Chance Poem by joses tirtabudi

We meet on an autumn day, under the trees

Fast forward one year and a half, and now we're here - done, broken, finished.

But this is how I would play it today - if I had one chance at a replay....

I would have kissed you on that fateful day, in the autumn breeze,

As we stood underneath the majestic trees.

I would argue less, listen more, even if it did bore.

Not call so much, cause I can live still Without you being here.

I'd put my arm around you while sitting on the hill.

I wouldn't reply to all your texts, maybe forget one or two,

And long-time-coming replies, cause hey, I got plenty of things to do.

We would go more to the beach: I give you a salty kiss with waves at our feet,

Heck with it, I think I would give you alot more kisses than I ever actually did.

Like when I picked you up, and you demanded to be let down,

I think I'd hold you still and twirl you about, ‘fore putting your feet on the ground.

At the restaurant, we'd sit in a corner at a tiny table holding hands,

Yeah, I think that's what I'd do if I ever got a second chance.

I'd be a bit more mercurial, more mature, a touch colder.

Seems so easy to say, now that I'm older.

I'd cut out my stupid comments, my thoughtless actions, and replace them.

Instead of a boy, you'd get a gentle, respectful man.

I would take you out so much more, to who cares where, a beach, a restaurant, or hill,

Instead of being stuck inside with too much time to kill.

I don't know if the results would be worse or better,

But if I had a second chance on offer...

This poem would be my game plan,

A kiss on your cheek, guarded lips, my hand in your hand.

Change a boy into a hard yet soft man.