
I should’ve hugged you a bit longer.
I should’ve kissed your delicate lips for a few more seconds.
I should’ve comforted you more than I think I did.
I should’ve kept your tee on all the time.
I should’ve bought your perfume and sprayed it all over my clothes.
I should’ve held your hand more often.
I should’ve taken that beating from my parents to spend a bonus time with you.
I should’ve made you more of the food you liked.
I should’ve looked into your eyes and told you how beautiful you are.
I should’ve said something when I had the chance.
I should’ve showed you how much you meant to me, when you were at arm’s length .
I should’ve laid my head on your chest just to listen to your pure heart beat.
I should’ve. But I didn’t. And now you’re gone.
When will I see you again, when can I drench your tee in my tears again.
When can I stop the tides of time to make more time for you again.
When can I grow a garden of lilies just to see the smile on your face.
When. Not now. Not then. When.