If I had a penny for every time like this, it won't be enough to make a quarter
If I could write meaningful words for every time like this, it would be the most effective
If I could compile melodies for every time like this, it would sing about a heart no longer beating

But I could only internalize and psychoanalyze things, and run, literally (and sometimes snack)

There are things that you'd only hope won't befallen you for the rest of your life
There's a good chance that this is one of them

So, just a chance, or two, please, Lord?
Are you still there?
And I will be happy