I could wish I had foreseen
the lies - or rather,
the untold truth. Of what have
not been said, yet have not
ceased.

For had I been enlightened,
I'd have never surrendered
my 3 o'clock in the morning;
sleepy eyes losing to
the joy
of what I gambled on
just to lose it later on.

And by know, we would've
laughed merrily, eyes
not avoiding each other.

Instead of struggling
to forget
what could've never happened.

I could wish so.
But what is now pain had given me joy,
and to that I am thankful;

enough not to look back
to list what could have gone different.