you could spare me a moment of your time,
i fear it is too late,
and there are things left to say,
although the words come less easily now
on account of the rain.
perhaps we could look at each other
instead
and wonder why we did what we did
when all we could have done
would have been more than enough.
i gave you breath,
that is all.
it should have been beautiful.
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