A week went by when I thought time would stand still.
Last week, I woke up with no premonition that Tuesday would be so cruel,
Looking back at the week, I want to change much of what’s happened. But the days have passed and I’m helpless, quietly accepting things, murmuring words like ‘fate, destiny, move on’… these sound hollow to my own ears.
I wish I’d taken an earlier flight, come down for the weekend when you were around. I wish I didn’t have to spend time looking for a suitable photo of you, instead you’d be pulling out old albums to show me photos…
…I wish last Tuesday hadn’t happened.