Time, a cardinal piece of life, she wrapped herself in,
To escape the realities of what could have been.
A sombre death maybe, a numb filled one, she ought to herself,
Over my dead body could that have come to term.
She fought so hard for demise, why?
To settle the debts of existence.
Exhaustion of the dejected paradise crept in,
Achieving this goal, her most important scheme.
She went back in time, but I the opposite
To fix the mistakes she made, but I to learn.
We were not any different, not even in our primes.
The only distinction known between us, was our difference in time.
About the Creator
Damian
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