What Might Have Been
Recalling yesteryears,
you pause on every scene.
And question choices made,
dreaming, what might have been.
Time slowly unravels
the tangled threads of youth.
And reveals the white lies
camouflaged as the truth.
You peer into a heart
you overlooked in haste.
Savoring the moment
for its bittersweet taste.
Fragmented memories
help you recall her face.
As you linger within
fantasy's soft embrace.
A sentimental fool,
feeling fate's done you wrong.
It haunts you like the words
to a forgotten song.
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