It feels the same, whichever way
We turn: the weight is in our
Shoes and on the hard, functional
Floor, even though we seem to
Glide on air and dry ice.

I discarded a lovely thank you
But kept a disappointment;
An old habit, but one I can’t seem
To escape, like looking for
Regrets I don’t have.

I feel like physics: fine in theory,
But hard to prove in reality.
Like long division, no matter how
Long I carry on, there is
Always a remainder.

I wish I had kept the laughter
And smiles, but instead I am
Left with bitterness and regret.
I hope it will not always be
Like this.

02/17/2010

Posted on 05/23/2010
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