if i had known somehow
that the car breaks were wrong,
or that you'd end up stuck in a bough,
then i would have only prolonged
letting you drive to that store.
if i had known,
i would have kept you close,
here, by my side, for however long.
and i know
i wouldn't have blinked an eye
before
before trading places with you
if only to have you safe and sound,
for sure.
oh, what i wouldn't do to trade places with you.
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7 Weeks Without You ✓
PoetryGrief is a five letter word but the turbulence it creates can last as much as five years, maybe even more. 7 Weeks Without You is not a story, but a state. Each week reflects one stage of grief: grief for the death of your loved one. Genre: Poetry ...
