To think that we ever made built to last,
To think that it was always going to be us against the world,
To think that we both kept our vows and secrets,
To think that you could've forget me and I forgive myself,
To think that my past won't haunt me,
To think I could look at myself in the mirror and say,
"I'm fine"
To think if I could show up to any reunions,
To think anyone from my past would remember me,
To think the brothers that I had to let go,
To think all that I could've, would've, should've been,
To think in the end, I too, get a piece of clarity and peace,
To think in the end, I'd grow old, seeing my kids come visit me,
To think I could reach 30,
To think when I'm 6 feet under, which faces will surround my grave,
To think who will leave my side the last,
To think if I couldn't forgive myself, let alone the people I've done wrong,
To think if I could have just one more day,
Just to find and seek forgiveness from everyone,
I know one person who wouldn't even look me in the face,
And I was staring him through the mirror.
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where dreams go
PoetryA list of short stories that I come cross in my life that I had to romanticize and write about
