Blunt.

I wondered,

do we really carry?

the guilt of

those mistakes,

which make us pay eternally.

Sometimes;

in the form of

losing the ones we kept closer

to our heart.

And at other moments;

giving us

a lifetime of regrets.

My inside gasped,

For I knew,

they are in the same agony.

Far away,

the last conversation was deleted

In the adjacent room,

someone shed another tear turning the old photographs.

The wait was constant,

the pain, even deeper.

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