If on death, my life reset,
and I was given another go,
there are things that I would do differently the second time around
— decisions I would make sooner
rather than later
or un-make altogether.
But in the midst of my
second-life
second-guessing,
I still hope that I would stumble upon you,
still take that second glance when you walked in the room,
and still take a chance on romance
and run recklessly into the risk
and reward
of you loving me
and me loving you.
My only regret
is that I can’t know you twice over.
Just once will have to do,
and I guess that’s enough for just the one of me
to love the whole of you.