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intent on coming clean
unfolding with the scene
and on the paper waded and tossed on the floor
she idles by and counts
the days while pressure mounts
sick with regret and fearing all tomorrow
doors once open now are shut
maybe theyre not locked yet, but
do you wonder?
is it too late?
was it worth it?
was it so great?
do you wonder how different everything might have been?
and could it be again?
i cant know how you feel
no wisdom to reveal
but its hard to see you bearing all this by yourself
wont condescend to you
theres nothing i can do
for what its worth, though, you can make it through this
broken heart and broken will
and youre not broken yet, but still
disappointed, i confess
but i dont love you any less