What I wouldn't give
I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop thinking about what I wouldn’t give for one last day. Would I spend it asking her where it went wrong, or what I could do to save it? Or maybe I would just spend it in ignorance to just live in bliss. Maybe I would want to savor the feeling of what I’ve always wanted, or maybe I would try to get as much as I could like a prisoner on death row. It’s almost funny how something so short left a wound this long. I can’t seem to get myself to close it however.