From time to time, I would still catch myself regretting that I cut some things too short and burned too many bridges that I can no longer restore. Every now and then, I would hit the realization that there are things I’ve done too fast — like letting myself floor the gas pedal and crash.
This leaves me with thoughts of “what-could-have-beens” hovering during past midnight. I’m only left to wonder, wishing there were memories to recall but clearly there’s none. I’m just a fool holding on to lost connections, listening to the echoing sound of the telephone, afraid to admit the person on the other line has long hung up.
