A new way.

How did we get here?
I think that's the worst thing about you.
You were there.
You heard more than I'd ever share with most.
Do you ever think about me?
Is it a waste of my thoughts to wonder?
To muse over what your life looks like?
Or the way you feel about things?
Maybe.
You mattered.
I can't undo that.
Cmd+z that.
If only it were that easy.
So what's the solution?
Find a new way.
A better way.