Walking Through the Frick Collection by Satish Reginald

So this is how it ends
back alone here again.
With a year’s more memories
and a few less friends.

Last time I got scarred
both for better and worse.
This time I’m unharmed
but with unquenched thirst.

I traded the purest of loves
for the most shallow of lusts.
The one who cared for me so much
for the one who gave me a rush.

But what difference did it make
if both paths ended the same?
Back here alone with some extra heartbreak
Why was the shallow choice the mistake?


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