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The one that got away

Exists only in a subjunctive chamber

Of your mind.

Teasingly flickers in thoughts and dreams

The potent but dangerous what if

The what has been versus

The what could have been,

Hidden desires of the heart unseen.

Fantasy over memory,


Over reality,

Imagination with its worn glow.

Can that cruel dream

Of what could have been

Be better than if it had really been?


That’s something you’ll never know.

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