For weeks and days
Hours and minutes
Seconds coming up with an enigma,
After the wait of months and years,
A light bulb brightens a path above my head
Revealing two paths,
Regret or closure.
Following the path of closure only leading to the path of regret
Catching up to my heart as it races
Trying to outrun me but falls into a pothole and breaks.
Now I need some glue.
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