One hundred twenty months don't hide what I didn't do.
After ten years' time I can't be sure I even remember you.
I never pictured myself this much older.
I can't believe I'm still no wiser.
I can't believe a decade is all I get–
So long to decimate my soul with regret.
I never really moved from where she left me.
Here I am, on the other side of should-be,
Surrounded by questions I can't answer.
They call this living–
Just one more thing
I never did for her.
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