Delicate decisions lie in wake of her empty regret
and she is uncertain as to where her next step will be
walking in circles of indecisive thought patterns
she wanders back to the beginning where she is once again met with his face
and as she stares at the blank screen, letters form the words her mouth and mind fail to speak
they become incomprehensible sentences of nothing more than random murmurs fumbling from her fingertips
she furiously types while he plays with time
and they fail to meet half way, leaving empty space of unused measures and the letters begin to form the word lost over and over again
in her mind she knows the truth, and is prepared to face it,
yet her heart is misguiding her
and once again she is lead in the wrong direction
