How many choices, how many diverging paths in the forest and we must follow only the one. No point in regrets, there is no telling what could have been. If he hadn't died, if she hadn't left; it happened, and you are who you are because of it. So I do not worry.
But sometimes I think. If I had not let you go home that night, your eyes so sweet and my heart already gone, could we have endured? If I had not pleaded to move, again, to return to a Home that was no longer mine, would I not have spent an entire youth lost? If somebody had stopped her until she decided to live, would she have been saved? Would I?
It leads nowhere, of course. I know that. But your smile made everything okay. And I miss that.
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så fint, och du är så fin. ♥♥♥
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