Lovelorn Stories

If yesterday’s failures were relived again, I could go back to make each a success, Then there would be something to live for each day, When I’ve awakened the answer that slept with my pain.   Autistic thoughts stole the past that it tore, And going back only empties my future, With its lost years that are never redeemed; Life is nothing, when everything I deplore.   Soap opera afternoons and window shopping to no end, Or...