To wish I could
Go back to who I was before
To play out my own timeline with a different _______.
To see where I could have gone on
My own volition
Like a dream of inconsolable
Like the difference of being alone
And being lonely
The weight of this sorrow is crushing
Suffocation is my friend with whom I wait
Inhaling every dream as my endurance
Suffers loss after loss
Superimposed over a deficit of option
Finds my language is frozen
The time I Lost you Forever.
© K. James Ribble