Chances

November 8, 2019

I missed them.

I missed every chance i had with you.

I miss you.

Your beautiful smile.

The way when you laughed, everyone else did, too.

The way your voice would make me feel safe.

But,

Like every other time.

I fucked it up.

Over and over again.

And I'm sorry.

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