Should I be surprised that the day went by?
Like a flash of light its there then its gone.
Alone I stand at the end of this day,
Wondering where I went astray.
Never knowing what could have been,
The places we could have gone, the people we could have been.
My memories of you are like a bottle in the ocean,
The further I throw it the longer it takes to come back to sight,
Yet, the bottle always comes back to the spot from which it was thrown.
I mask the pain everyday and pretend it isn’t mine,
But it can’t hide.
The sleeping memories of what I had been comes to my brain like a bullet.
It cannot be removed for if it is it will leave me a shell of who I used to be.
I don’t dare change what had happened, for what has happened is me.
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