I think ahead and wistfulness bursts happy bubbles and the constraints of time, accompanied by guilt for wasting it wishing her well.
I think back and find it difficult to reconstruct that period without contaminating the memories with over-sized regret that gushes into now.
My heart lurches in circles looking for a way out of those thoughts.
So I think about right now, and am grateful for beauty in another ordinary day.
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