Morning, 24th

If I had stopped when I had the chance

to have not loved you as I should not,

would this future change?

Or would it still be this:

another verse, another song

this of sorrow and painful regret?

–

In my head, I call him a thousand names. My hands touched him a thousand times. Somehow, a 2×3 panel of virtual space parted us a thousand times.

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