The old memories that once were reality
She can feel them slip slowly away
The secrets, the companionship... fading to grey
And now there's emptiness
A most noticeable and daunting void
But she knows quite well this was her doing
Given the choice twice
She chose wrong
She shouldn't be sad
She should accept her fate
To no longer have that old memory by her side
Yet, it can't help but to haunt her
The contact in her phone that she can't delete
The Frou Frou song she can no longer listen to
The void that used to be the memory
Karma, much like gravity, is a bitch and just as unforgiving. Unfortunately poor choices are seldom used to make more intelligent decisions later. We invariably careen forward with the velocity of stupidity pushing us along like a bum being manhandled less than gently into a dark night.
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