I wake up in the middle of the night,
sweating, shivering , all startled up in fright.
‘What time is it?’, I look around for my phone.
‘Too late now’, I hear a whisper. ’She’s gone’.
I am sobbing , clutching the blanket, thinking of how things could have been,
had I not been indolent while the malicious Fate probably smirked slyly at me.
Three months later, a package I had received,
A token from Fate, along with the undeliverable letter returned to me.
The blanket of guilt has since never left my side.
If only, I wish…I could rewind.
This video, with my interview, was originally posted here.