Still. A poem.

I think of you still

And wonder whether you’re still you
Wandering through routine and habit and ritual
Each picture perfect rainy day in May
A pallet mix of awkward reds and blues

I should know better

Because hindsight is clearer in the rear view
Because everything that leaves us bitter
Must have happened for a reason, too
Or so it seems to someone looking back on me and you

But I still wax lyrically

Ponder what went wrong and how it came to be
And think just how good it was and how it could have been
If I hadn’t chosen the multiple choices that I did
Hadn’t opened our window and let the rain in

I think of you still

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