Life in the Rearview Mirror
A faint blurred moment
the image in the backup camera became hazy
was that you?
Walking away one last time
without regrets
without looking back.
Why, how, wait
I'm sorry
I should have said it then.
No going back
is there?
Life in the rearview
long faded into a dream
when it was the reflection of you and me.
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