Re-rolls Exist Only in Board Games
You were the road not taken
The turn I could have took
My biggest 'what if.'
The die was cast and they clattered on the board
A dot on each cube like pupils
Dead and blank
Glared at me then I ask myself,
Could we have rolled
Through tables and boards,
And become ones that sum up
But a 'could we have, ' it is,
And the coin was tossed years ago.
I chose a face.
I chose heads not tails.
And now my head is filled with could-we-haves
Because could we have?
What if we did?
But the die was cast and
The coin was tossed,
And I chose to choose the head again.
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