Rushing back, too late.
StopClose your eyes.
Think.
What do you see?
I see within a void
what should have been
What could have been
What would have been
What do you hear?
I hear the voice.
Not hers, or, or...
I hear the nag and bellow
It's me
Tellings of messing up
What do you smell?
I smell the memories
The happiness
The tears falling from my face
The...
Open your eyes
Force a decrepit smile
Replace those memories
With what?
...
I can't
You can
What about..?
No,
It needs to be...
It will be...
You'll see.
I don't see it.
No.
You're wrong.
I've made a mistake.
Stop.
Close your eyes.
Think.
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