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Dedications Maybe I'm the one that got away.
Maybe I'm your sole regret.
Maybe hearing my voice reminds you
of what was never yours
the same way it reminds me
of what I lost.
I'll never know the truth
because that conversation
is something we can never have.
And so it stays unresolved
and incomplete as we move on
like it never happened
(what even did happen?)
It was a week in a lifetime
that changed everything
and when everything changed.
I'm still the same person
you left behind,
the same woman aching for more.
I'm a hamster on the wheel,
striving, forever trying
to be anything...but me.
