I was like new shoes for her.
Made her
feel light on her feet.
Filled her
with happiness.
Shoes wear
off.
Happiness too.
The present
is grim.
If I
think of the possibilities went by.
I wish I could grab them.
Revisit old
mistakes.
But it won't help.
I will make them.
Over and
over again.
Old days.
Old
memories.
Gone by.
The wind
got hold of them.
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