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Praying to Time

In dreams or waking hours

It's always there

It never fades

I know it wasn't meant for me

But that fact-

It doesn't make it hurt less.

The feeling dulls

It surges


But, it remains

I feel it still

Spurts of pain


Regretful thoughts

Remind me of what

Can't come to pass.

Time moves along

So apathetic

So unrelenting

I offer sacrifices

I wait my turn

I don't take it for granted

And this isn't meant as a complaint

Because I'm satisfied


Not fulfilled.

Always still

I feel haunted.



A feeling

They're all ghosts

Another time

It could have been perfect

Another me perhaps would have seen.

So my request is for a second chance

Or better still

My memory wiped clean

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