If Only You Had Asked

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[spoken word ] An echo travels down forgotten corridors, clinging there before the morning light breaks through, carrying broken questions that whisper: *Was I never worth the words?* *How can I make this up to you?* Behind every locked door lie memories of what we used to be— still frozen in time, holding onto the days when you said I was your forever, when I believed you would always be mine. But this house has grown weathered now, the years of damage finally starting to show. A lonely fate for a haunted house— to hold so much love and still never know I can still picture us sitting together on the porch, a cool breeze tangling my hair, until a rock comes flying through the air, shattering the glass, a cruel reminder that you just didn't care. And the backyard becomes a war zone— toys scattered across the path, landmines on the way to Dad's famous barbecue. And still, time after time, one question echoes through : *If only…* *if only you had asked—* **How can I make this up to you?**