What’s done is done;
the words are written.
You chose them,
so now own them.
I’ve heard that before
and it resonates to my core
but let me whatabout it some more.
We one to another are linked,
our stories inked
before the plot lines settle
and we work up the mettle
to face what’s been peddled
to us as What Is, and What Will Be.
We love before knowing the cost;
we commit when we think we can cross
the high waters of indifference and loss.
No one chooses the sadder ending at the start,
yet no one predicts a fix for the broken parts.