The life unlived excites me
much more than this one.
The sights she sees
The people she meets
The love she receives
The person she becomes.
I often wonder
where exactly she left me.
Why did she go her own way?
Why didn’t she take me with her?
What I wouldn’t give
to go back
to wherever
whenever
our one road became two
and i didn’t know
when I could have become her
and lived her life
and become all the things
I’ll never be.
Or what if that moment
whenever it was
wherever it was
that passed me by
still led here
this same road to nowhere
with only different potholes to fix
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