If only you wanted to be the one to fight.
The one who helped me down the slippery hill,
Or walked beside as I sit quiet and still.

If only you were the one to say my name.
Whispering sweetness I never thought I'd hear,
Or always drawing closer, ever soft and near.

If only I had chosen another path.
Wanted a little harder and pushed a little more.
Maybe I would know what all the pretense was for.

If only they told all that should have been said.
I would know to switch direction, find anew.
I wouldn't circle back, looking for a intangible clue.

"If only" is a waste of time.
This I know and yet . . .
I'd waste a thousand "If only's" to have just one
"Cannot forget."