Except Me Now That I Excepted Yo
Traveling through a constant debate
of regret and uncertainty.
I find myself think
of the dark nights and the foggy mornings
I spent with you.
I never decide if I want it again.
I lay on the hard ground
without you to pick me up.
I often envision what we will do,
when you come again.
If you come again. I am not certain
if you well hold me in your arms
or hold me away.
I think of the elements in our timeline.
Perhaps, I have entered a different tread,
but maybe I am not to far
to cross back over.
Will I make it or will I fall
barley letting my fingers
miss the grip?
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