I wish I could stop thinking of the things I should have said.
But now it’s all I do; I keep reliving in my head.
Why is it that when I’m gone, I figure it all out?
I know so clearly what I should have said, without a doubt.
Even if I sit and plan the things I want to say,
when I’m in the moment, my words don’t come out that way.
Trying it a second time is never quite the same.
It loses any impact, like a slowly dying flame.
I tell myself that next time I will get my words out right.
And someday when I do it, it should bring me great delight.
Since I never have, though, hand-me-downs are all I’ve got,
sifting through, again, how come my words betrayed my thoughts.
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