The music filters back to melancholy back drop where moments ago it drowned out everything around you . Your heart drops .
The blinders fall , the voice on the other end doesn't seem so friendly any more . They begin to tell you the story . About how one sentence falls to the pit of one's stomach turning to every regret , of why I didn't say I love you ? Why I worked so much and lived less ? Why I wasted so much time with people who didn't love me and left behind the one's who really did ?
I should've fought harder ! Traveled more!
Stood up to my enemies !
But there is no time left .
You hang up the phone . Realizing there's been a dial tone for a long while.
2 months to live they say .
Live every day as if it were your last . Take your blinders off . Ask your self . If I called you what would you change today?
- Agent orange