If it fits

You’re three flashes of a memory gone by
On two roads that never converge
Yet I’m the one volatile like smoke
You promised infinite nights
So why is today the hardest to get by?
The list is endless so I ask for nothing
And do nothing
I can’t gamble with these cards
I hope that you’re not gone
But I know better, even if the truth is daunting.


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