I know this passage only too well
each turn, each bend
each stone unturned
how far it wends
the paths pursued
the roads not taken.
I will not be sullied by my choices
wise or foolish, brave or weak
each decision is my own to bear
Of regrets, I never speak;
no point in keeping score…
You always said that you loved me
I know I loved you more
© Ginny Brannan 2022
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