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"....
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