Memories that aren't quite mine,
A different day, a different time,
A different way things should've gone.
A slightly altered history,
How it changed--a mystery--
So different as the days go on.
I am lost, it would seem,
In the soft folds of a dream,
And waking up is oh-so-hard,
I get to see the end, the 'fin',
And how it might-have-been
If I had checked my hand and played a card.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment