sometimes i wish
that i could go back
and choose a different life to live.
even though i know
it's utterly impossible,
i dream.
but then,
as i look through
old pictures
with cigarette burns
and torn edges,
i know
that for some reason,
i would still pick you.
the end
YOU ARE READING
but a dream
Poetrythe tale of a love that not even a woman full of mistakes could destroy.