Stacey Stinson

Chances






All at once,
I wonder how,
I don't know why.
In my head,
too often, too much.
Intentions unrevealed.
Words expressed,
With undertones of emotions-
Unspoken expectations implied.
Elation along with confusion,
Uncertainty and hurt
With a regret of a missed opportunity,
Never to be forgiven
With no second chances.

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