A play [sic] on an old joke about aging…

Is it worse
to have a choice
or not?

On one side
the feeling that I could have done something—
anything

On the other side, well…
there was really nothing
I could have done

It would have turned out the same

Absence doesn’t make the heart grow fonder
it rends it incapacitated
and prone to fracture

I can already feel the cracks forming

(25 November 2018)

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