Hindsight

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“Let me carry that,”
he said.

I dreamt of it; the drawl in his voice
and his sweet southern manner
twisting bedsheets.
In the heat of my summer’s
morning-turned-afternoon:
I am alone with tivo
a hangover
and a rerun of the night as it should have gone
instead of how it went.

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CuriouswifeCuriouswifeover 18 years ago
Don't you hate when it ends up like that?

Been there, done that. I can definitely sympathize.

Jennifer CJennifer Cover 18 years ago
I hear ya!

Hindsight is a friend of mine! lol

Oh we've all been there, going

over how it should of been with

the hangover of how it was!

Thanks for this,

~ Jenn

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