I heard her.
And then I thought back to something he said before.
They made sense.
They fit.
They weren't perfect
But they were close enough.
Their words overlapped.
They made sense.
They fit.
They might have been happy.
But I guess we couldn't handle that.
I guess we needed to not accept.
I just wish I could change what I said before.
But it's like how they say it:
We are masters of unsaid words
But slaves to those we let slip out.
