Waves
Perhaps the saddest thing about life is not what has happened,
But what you know never will.
There’s closure for what went wrong,
For mistakes and broken hearts and fights
And even if there isn’t, waves of time will smooth the glass-sharp hurt of everything eventually
But what never will- that’s always there,
What drowns you in the end
Isn't the water but the absence of air
Waves of time that keep coming and coming and coming
But there’s nothing you can do except hold your head up and hope
For something you know will never arrive.
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