the gin to my tonic. (poetry in English)

16. Different

Sometimes,
not that often lately,
I think about you
and wonder.

I wonder if things
could have gone different
between the two of us
if that morning
I had done something
to make you stay.

Then I remind myself,
I did try to keep you from leaving.

But you were too loud
to hear my soul.

And my mouth was too tired
of always having to speak louder.