Different Set

I could have made a
different set of mistakes,
and forfeited your smile.

I see that,
now.

And I can't help but wonder
- as a deep, sticky
aching
settles in my bones -
if I made the right choice.
Maybe I should have
given you up,
saved you from watching this,
from watching me,
as I'm slowly dying.

Are all your smiles
worth all your tears?

I have never done anything
that hurt you,
before.
I don't like this
silence
that was once filled
with your laughter.

A different set of mistakes...

What would you change,
Love,
if you had to?