I look at you
I see the forgotten possibilities
Reflection brings unwanted memories
take them away, please.
You look at me
You see the pain
Brought upon by indecision;
a hand extended in vain.
I look to myself
The scar has healed
The picture has been broken beyond repair
Our fates, nearly sealed.
A bond exists between us, still
The nature of which perplexes me
Yet I walk away while I can
While there is no "we".
I love nature, defying social norms, and writing poetry. My muses usually catch me off guard.
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