The boards we stomped on without a though, daily.
Such a secure foundation I had,
then the floorboards cracked, and I was falling.
Who knows how long I’ve got left.
My fingers claw hopelessly at the walls
my legs and arms reaching for a grain of help,
And none of it matters now
because all the strength in the world won’t save me.
My limbs frantic, my mind tortured,
with all the things I wish I’d told you,
all the things I wish we’d done,
and all the time I wish I’d spent with you.
It hits me, as hard as I’m sure death will soon,
I’m never going to see you again,
And you didn’t even know.
What a waste.
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