For one more time,
I wish I were able to change the past,
The things that I’ve done,
The paths that I walked and paved,
The ones that I’ve passed and touched by.

For one more time,
I wish I could see the world with untainted thoughts,
Embrace it with eyes wide open
and hands warm with welcome.

For one more time,
I longed to hold the memory of the ones before me,
To take in his wisdom,
the love in her smile,
and the adventures he embarked,
Yes, for one more time,
I wish I had known them better.

For one more time,
I wish he would stand before me,
I would tell him of the times I was sorry
and the times that I held dear,
The times he was greatly missed,
and the times I anticipate of our next tryst.

For one more time,
and for many more to come I wish she is near
To laugh, to cry, to share,
To do the things we’ve done so much before,
To write classics to be told in the future.

For one more time,
I am yearning for the past to play itself once more,
I am aching for them to show me the way,
I am wishfully thinking that he would be solely mine,
and I am hungry for moments with her.

For one more time,
I wish that my prayers were heard.