Sometimes there is no absolution, no acceptable explanation

You reap what you sow and cut everyone’s losses.

Oh, you can look back with fondness and regret,

What ifs can plague you as you drop off to sleep,

But you’ll never get it back to do that do-over.

The step too far has been taken

You’re gone and mostly forgotten – an occasional blip

Causing an intermittent hiccup

Easily cured.

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