Could Have

This life,

as sweet as it may seem, has its turns, its quiet betrayals, it's sharp echoes, in moments I wish I could take back but never found the right words to fix. There are echoes of me I’m not proud to remember, versions that stumbled where they should’ve stood still. It was never my wish to carry a blade in my voice, never my aim, to become a wound in the space between your heartbeats. But words, once set loose, cannot be unsaid nor forgotten, only forgiven, in time’s quiet mercy.