The Afterthought
I smile with knowing and anguish.
I live and remember in the after thought.
All the things I could have done.
Everyone I could have been.
I live in the afterthought.
And everything from before seems so much sweeter.
And appreciation runs abound.
And I cherish things I ignored or accepted as mine.
But they're not mine anymore.
And I mourn for my past self.
For her hopes. Her vision. Her optimism.
I can't bear to tell her that they can never be.
So I let her continue to dream in the before.
And she's happy. She's hopeful.
And I will forever let her be.
And I will live in the after thought.
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