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not a word... just a question

Posted to Action Poetry




I shall not tell you
About all the people
On the streets
Who looked like you
But weren't you
They were just they
Where were you?

Nor will I tell you
About the water running
down my face
Or the knife
In my guts
"Won't you come too?"
You were there
Where was I?

No regrets, baby
Why regret?
Afterall
you made the right choice
But I do have one
little question:
What should I have done
For you to chose me?