Sometimes I wonder
how it would have turned out
had I never told you
I like you.

Sometimes I wish
just maybe, please,
the clock of life
could go backward.

Backward to
before that day,
before it came
between us.

I got so far
in our friendship'
it finally felt
like we could talk,
like it could be
effortless.

Now that's gone;
it's awkward again,
and I don't know what
to say.

All I want
is to turn back time
and wait for when
it's right.

What I fear most,
more than rejection,
is loss of a friend
or a friendship.

Didn't want the distance,
didn't want the pain,
but what's done is done'
it's too late now.

Now I must work
to turn back time
and salvage
what was lost.

I only wish
I could turn back time;
then there'd be no need
for rebuilding.