I could have done something
Not let him leave days
Coming back nights weary and angry
Could i have made him stay for a day and see the result
Because for so many days
One day was all it took
One day was enough to steal his memory from me
One day was the coming and going of life
But that cursed one day In all its shameful glory
Was the end of him
Mostly it was the end for me
I could have stopped this
Regret lives off of me
Breathing my air
Thinking my thoughts
Bringing the same words back into my mind I could have done something
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Good write. Life of regrets. I feel that.