I met you after years. You were now a doctor. We got talking. We never touched upon what mattered, and what we lost. We meandered.
At some point, you said, "is there something ailing?"
I said "yes".
"Tell me, I might be able to help."
"Its my heart. I have a hole in my heart. You might have been able to help. That boat though sailed a long time ago."
And I chuckled and add, "And you don't need to be a doctor, to be able to resolve this."
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