Replay

Movie of you stuck in my mind same episode thoughts of you in reverse over and over I make meek adjustments random consolations but the script remains the same things you said A constant replay a tsunami of grief like drowning in your own lungs as time goes by What to blame? the heart lives on things you did forlorn memories of missing you things you didn't do Maybe you were just a B movie cheap sequel pure exploitation an in-betweener It would have been really nice if you were sorry or blew me a kiss perhaps even giving a real one My mind plays in reverse reliving every pleasure we shared most precious being replays of " I love you"....