Regret by A Lady in Waiting
Gazing at the quaint street below, Nick watches couples come and go. Kids are playing with a soccer ball. He remembers the flea market open for the weekend in Long Island City. He lazily says “We should go.”
Nick turns toward the empty bed. He remembers now, that she’s gone.
He stared, lost in the motion, his eyes glassy and unseeing. Reliving the days when he could still feel her. Nick blinked once, twice, until the tears started falling. Unhindered. Unrestrained. He shook his head clearing the vision.
She’s gone now. Gone forever. She had gone somewhere he couldn’t follow.
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