Regrets and Memories

Another grey windy day
Like the one months ago.
And in between lie
Missed words,
Backward glances,
And an ache slowly dulling
Into an ever-widening space,
As the shadows of turned backs
Lengthen and grow.

As the falling leaves,
Memories, too, fade and dim.
Reaching back we grasp
Only at emptiness.
Walk away;
Let go,
And let it all fade
Back into nothing-
Back to the beginning.

Regrets are
The dreams that we didn’t pursue-
The paths not taken.
In the short span of our lives,
There are only so many paths
We can take.
Regret follows us
Like the ghost of dead dreams.

May the pain
Keep our hearts alive
And yearning
For more, for better.
May we never slip into
Deadened acceptance.
Yet may our hearts never
Be torn by the could-have-beens,
The would-have-beens.

So let dreams become
Fading regrets-
The wisps of smoke to be
Slowly forgotten.