Hindsight

Hindsight doesn’t tell you
Anything or much at all
Only that she’s still there

The haunting remains
Circling your bare thoughts,
As you type the next line.

It’s not possible to forget
That would be lose something
So free and beautiful

Still alive, but you ask yourself:
How can a broken heart
Become so authentic?

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