Poem 43

Substitutions.

That’s what my life has become

Overdoing the things I couldn’t do

If you’d survived.

Late nights and drinking with friends

Simple acts, so innocent,

All to substitute what I’d rather have:

You.

The night is filled with joy though

Tainted edges of regret cross my path.

I want my friends, I want my life,

But mostly,

I want you.

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