The Choices We Make

Take me somewhere far away,
a place where I don’t feel as broken as I do today.
Deception in the form of whiskey taste on her lips.
Regret visible to the naked eyes.
I’ll never understand why.
And within an instance,
everything we’ve built,
every intangible thing we gave to each other along the way,
are all gone.

© Duc Nguyen WordsOnEmptyEars, 2017

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