She stands amidst strangers
Eyes fixed upon me
I meet her gaze, dying to acknowledge her.
Before I can utter a syllable
The doors close
And I am whisked away into my future
And she into my past.
In the end, I guess,
It is one more regret.
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Fränz Müller (
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When unfulfilled we call it a regret but if it were to have worked out it might have been a regret of another nature so count it a blessing. Good write
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