Posted in heartbroken, original

Imaginary Imagination 

I keep imagining what would have happened 

When I know it couldn’t have happened anyway.

I keep wondering where we would be

When before it started we were already lost.

And so I stand at a place of imagination 

Where imagining you and me is possible,

Where we once could have been, remains.

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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