My sorrow runs deep.
The pain felt in my bones.
The air of dispair thick like the glare of headlights,
unexpected on a nights jog.
Memories so bittersweet make me feel light on my feet,
and heavy as a campfire log.
The anger so hot, while the love so cool.
I long for a strong breeze that blows my sorrow away.
But instead, I sit in the thick of it,
wishing I could return to an easier day.
Rewind. Start over. But it's too late.
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