“Do-over” As if life is a rehearsal. Time traveled, repeated pasts, To get it right. Would the over be a different lover, More education, a different job More adventure? If I only hadn’t talked in anger Or loved so freely, or gave more, Life would be perfect. Nothing changes if the doer doesn’t. Hindsight is blind To spur moment decisions A cheat sheet wanting answers To the wrong question. Over- Done
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