October 25, 2010, 2:26 AM
And so I sit,
Pondering,
What actions led to this,
What I did not do,
What I could have done,
But in the end,
It never fails,
It always is what it is.
It matters not,
What you could have done,
To prevent this matter,
Or what rout you could have taken,
But what you did,
And where it led you,
There is no Re-do.
But this is not you,
Or anything you have done,
But myself,
And what I did not do.
I am the one to blame,
The one to be judged,
Hanged.
I sit here,
Pondering,
Waiting,
Refusing to believe,
Coming to terms,
And accepting them,
And the fact,
That you are no longer mine.
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