Saturday, November 13, 2010




The words are coming,
Try to fight them off.
I'd rather go someplace,
That carries me aloft.

But that is not the way of things,
Not the way things are.
Just like those moments preceding an accident,
When you were driving your car.

If I'd left a minute later,
If I'd stayed a minute longer.
You struggle with the thoughts,
Though it will not make you stronger.

It won't change the outcome,
It won't change what occurred.
Nor will it change,
What you've endured.


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