Possibilities
I am burdened with the knowledge of a million aftermaths.
My mind splits each possibility, each more real than the last.
Each path is unnaturally woven with rapid memories.
As I reach more deeply.
I discover that I can see the pieces of a family I used to be a part of.
And the paths that were dull and nonsensical-
Are eclipsed with smiling fragments that turn poignant.
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