pglad
(5.26.21)

One year, one person, one heartbreak.
Too many chances, two choices, too late.
Many writings, unsuccessful attempts,
and many,
many,
many regrets.
Until a glare turned stare made possible, the chance
of a new future held in the palms of your hands.
Wasting, copy pasting, the feelings I once had,
but made new with the overrule of only Glad.