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Every turn down lonely streets

brings one memory and my heart skips a beat

How many times must I see him almost there

and view his empty seat a lonely chair?



Fighting back tears with every passing thought

run and hide as one begins to drop

images from a dream dance in my head

now to quench the demon and find peace in bed.



Moving on, laging behind

am I ready to join that line

"Could haves" and "should haves" spin frantically in my brain

this one memory, one true pain, has driven me

completely insane.