Forty-Five
I knew by the look you gave me, then, I had made again some sad mistake —
Yet looking back, I remember only walking by the river, bending over pools for pretty stones.
A small, painful moment sits at the center: a look from someone close tells the speaker they have again made “some sad mistake,” and that word “again” makes the failure feel familiar. Yet when the speaker looks back, the sting has faded.
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