The Plan

It isn't you in this place

Never has it been further

Between the breaths that got us here

The last time you even recognized yourself

Saying this wouldn't be anything

Wouldn't take away from the life you had in mind

Now that person is but a scar on the chest

Occasionally flaring up with pain

Though you know longer remember why
You simply live with it now

Deem it ok by all standards

Why is it

This was never the plan

Was it?