How did I end up here?

How did I end up here?
This room, this city, this country?
It's like I chose my own destiny on that day,
shakily walking to you on jelly legs,
declaring my heartfelt truth,
a small voice in my head whispering
"it will all be ok".

But is it ok, to be here now;
in this room, this city, this country-without you?
I saw my destiny differently on that day,
truth be told,
But then I always did have an excellent imagination.

The End

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