Tapping my fingers onto the table
pondering hard, over things
Wondering if I could ever reverse time
Do something, I haven't done
Something which is unattainable now
Could have been close to me then
I always believed its better late than never
but somethings are lost if your late
I'm leaving crumbs behind
as they hurt, if I take them with me
The empty cup of stains,
has a crack now
it looks at the world with the same eyes
as before
Why can't I ?
-kd
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