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We Would Have Been Spared The Heartache

by WarriorPoet

Published October 6, 2012

In Poems

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Sometimes I wonder what it would be like if he were still here.

Would everyone be happier?

Would we love less, take more for granted?

Would our lives be very different?

We would have been spared heartache,

but would we be the same people we are today if the accident never happened?


Sometimes I wonder why it happened.

Why did he have to die?

Why was he so young?

Why did everyone have to go through so much pain?

We would have been spared the heartache,

but why did it have to be him?


Sometimes I wonder how long I really had with him.

Did I take it for granted?

Was I too young to understand?

Did I even really love him?

We would have been spared the heartache,

but did he love me?


Sometimes I wonder what memories are real.

Did I really skateboard while he watched on with a smile?

Did he really spend time with me?

Did I really cry when I heard the news?

We would have been spared the heartache,

but did I even know him?


Sometimes I wonder if he’s watching me now.

Is he looking down from heaven?

Does he watch the way I grow?

Does he take joy in me and my life?

We would have been spared the heartache,
but does he miss me when I miss him?  

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misstoria wrote a review Review · Dec 20, 2012

This piece really hit home with me and I loved it. I understand the wondering and questioning (I lost my boyfriend and best friend to suicide a year ago.) I read this and saw what I have thought a lot actually. It felt so honest, real, and I adored it. I liked how you used questions to convey your point. If I had a critique it would to reword the last two lines of the last stanza. I love the last line but it does not flow very well with the line before it. Refining these lines would give you a better conclusion and overall flow. Keep Writing! - Tori



All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take root in our personal experience.
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe