Tonight I sit.
The air outside the window,
Warm.
Perfect beach weather.
I would go
If I hadn't been so shy
So like myself.
If I'd only been more
. . .
Ah yes,
Outgoing,
I wouldn't be sitting here.
I'd be out there
Shuffling my bare feet
through the cool sand,
Wading through the remants
Of the waves.
But of course,
As always,
I waited too long.
So instead,
Here I sit
In my darkened room,
While he is with her,
Kicking myself,
not hard though
For fear of damaging
What is already broken.

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