what if..........
I never reach tomorrow
and unexpressed thoughts
fade in the rush of regrets
and my touch on her shoulder
lost in a fog of distraction
what if..........
I smile more often
and listen to her as she
searches for understanding
and my words become a memory
racing toward tomorrow
Rabid Poet
Rantings
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