if i knew you then

i remember that mid-november day.

remember the day you told her,

through written word.

i remember her asking me,

on what she should do.

i told her "you should go

for it if he makes you happy."

though i saw the hesitation

in her eyes.

but if i knew you then,

i would have said 

something else to spare 

your heart.

i noticed when the two of you, 

would plan for

time together, you 

would invest your all

and she would go along.

i noticed most of the time,

you were precise and cautious, 

when she would be reckless

and carefree.

she took for granted what, 

you gave of yourself.

i remember this other time,

maybe i shouldn't even tell you, 

you deserve to know, though.

i remember when we went

to the art museum, as the two

of you looked at the pieces

on the walls, they had stories.

like the one you both have.

but i saw it then, i saw how 

you should have been cared for.

i saw how you should have

been loved. 

and if i knew you then, as i

know you now.

i would have told her that;

all people with broken hearts,

should be admired like

the art on the walls of the

museums, especially if the 

owner of the broken heart

is an artist himself.