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she was speaking,
with tears in her eyes
a hand to her heart
and together,
playing the game of
blame
(but no, my fault, not
yours)
as the sound of
approaching thunder
drowns out your voice
“i'm sorry”
maybe it was too late
(is it really?)
What if... (i still
care)
If only...
(circumstances were different)
her words echo
like a lamenting song,
as you turn
to embrace the pain
(believing in
heartbreak)
and alone,
hoping for a different
tomorrow;
(dreaming of a happier
yesterday...)
as you watch her pray
silently in the rain
a prayer for happiness
will eventually reach
you
those darkened days-
light tears like rain
throbbing pain like
thunder
illusions
fading into the distant past
in dedication to K, who's conversation inspired this poem...