We Should Have Been Lovers.

We Should Have Been Lovers.

A Poem by Carl R Nicolas
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I let you slip away. I didn't see the magic right in front of me, and I totally... I absolutely blew it. I was a fool, blinded by the ordinary when something extraordinary was standing right there...

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We Should Have Been Lovers.

I tell you…we should have been lovers...

I let you slip away. I didn't see the magic right in front of me, and I totally... I absolutely blew it. I was a fool, blinded by the ordinary when something extraordinary was standing right there...

But I see it now.
I see what we could have been, no, what we should have been. It wasn’t just a passing thought; it was a connection with depth, a potential for joy and, frankly, something profoundly fulfilling that we missed, like a train that only stops once...

And I regret it. The silence of that missed chance has been loud for a long time...

But I'm not here just to look back. I’m here because I want to wake up from that mistake. I want to experience that surreal magic with you... this time, for real...

Oh yes, we could have been lovers...

But I let you slip away…and I won’t dress it up, I was foolish...

Now... Now…I see what we could have been. I feel the absence of it. I carry the weight of that missed momentlike a lesson etched into time...

I am telling you now, with nothing left hidden, I don’t just remember what we lost…

I want to live what we almost had...

For real this time. No hesitation. No distance. No letting go of somethingthat feels like it was meant to stay...

Then maybe…

And maybe we were never too late...do you agree?
Carl Nicolas.

© 2026 Carl R Nicolas


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Added on March 29, 2026
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Carl R Nicolas
Carl R Nicolas

Margate, FL



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I am a seeker of peace, a student of patience, a soul learning how to live humbly in a world that often forgets what grace looks like. My stories are written in quiet moments, in the way I choose k.. more..