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Found Object- Crumpled Note- I Am Sorry

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I found this on the seat beside me on the Queen Street streetcar on a night when my own heart felt broken. In the foggy depths of this brooding night, two strangers are hurting. Perhaps it is for the best. Perhaps of such sadness is poetry born. Perhaps in such wrought moments, people find  futures that are different from their presents. In such grief perhaps, is promise born... But perhaps, it could also have been very different. There is never enough love in this world for there to be too much. Perhaps they made it right. Perhaps they talked honestly, and with integrity. Perhaps two bodies lie together again tonight, making and being love, breathing each other in, legs locked, arms around each other. I will never know what that crumpled note was written about, or how or why I came to find it. Like so many things in life, that defy reason, that dare fate, this one does too. I just know that if I had to choose, I would take the second ending- that was about love, not loss- thou