No matter when the choice is made
I know it can't be mine
and though it may reverse itself
It's clearly by design
that no amount of wishing will
suffice to rescue me
for I have used my quota of
what hope there is to be.
Though love's still here it only stays
to taunt me for my need
and to no other purpose than
to gorge itself in greed…
on broken heart with stolen dream,
on time that's gone to waste...
to leave behind this empty shell
and, oh, this bitter taste.
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