Second Chances

We do not have second chances.
We used them all up on our first try.
No repeats, no more attempts.
No apologetic phone calls,
No drunken, misspelled texts.
We are no longer you and I,
No longer romancing
Our way at all.
We do not have second chances,
And we’ll never know why
At all.

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About Paul Carroll

Paul Carroll is a writer, born, raised and still living in Dublin. By day he's a student and bookseller, by night he writes fiction and uses social media.
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