When the sorrow ended, what had been familiar was now peculiar.
She wrecked his life. He let her do as she wished, thinking she would be at her best. The cost of possession.
These are not my days. They mean little to me as the pools of life are stretched and the shallow waters accept my thoughtlessness.
Hers was a desperate realization that time is lost and never gained.
She walked from the polling booth feeling she had done a disservice to her country by voting for the lesser of evils.