“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” -Thomas A. Edison
The wind slashes at my exposed side,
Leaving my skin sore and broken.
The emptiness of my palm,
As it rests upon the splintered bench.
Water droplets trickle down my face,
In place of the ready and often tears.
An empty void within my heart.
Broken memories built throughout the years.
The words that I left at your bedside.
Now rest upon my weary head.
Wishes for one day again, forever
Playing the fateful moment again and again.
One day we shall be together,
You and I, side by side.
Never shall my thoughts me clouded,
Of the day I took, thee my bride…
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