What about the thoughts
we keep inside?
The words
that never arrive?
Gathering in a heap
of discarded tomorrows
What of the actions
that never came to be?
Perhaps every regret
is simply the ghost
of a life never lived
walking alongside
the one we chose
What we would have said
What we should have done
The pages never populated
The chances never taken
The adventures that slipped away
How many forgettable moments
in an unremarkable life?
Who will we be
when who we could have been
is gone?
© Ron Simpson Jr.
October 18, 2026
No comments:
Post a Comment