Hindsight

How often my heart sinks, when you talk that way,

When you remind me,

How it was when I was drowning.

 

Caught in a maelstrom of emotions, delusions, and paranoia,

When I was lost to myself completely.

 

Now I watch and listen, over my glass of gin,

Tonic, ice and a slice of citrus, bittersweet,

Pondering possible cures.

 

There are no answers,

When the light leaves your eyes,

Not even a healthy dose of hindsight, and wishful thinking.

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