a little thing lost

I saw something terrible happen this morning while I was walking and my effort to prevent it was useless. I keep thinking what might’ve happened if I had been there sooner, if I had taken another way around, if I had called out or done something else. I never want to see something like that again, yet it happens all the time. I know I’ll get past it, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget it.

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