In the quiet of the night, shadows creep,
Echoes of choices made, in silence weep,
The heart, a heavy stone, that bears the weight,
Of words unsaid, and love too late.
Through misty eyes, dreams fade away,
Regret, a ghost, that haunts the day,
The paths not taken, the doors untried,
In the depths of the soul, they now reside.
A tapestry woven with threads of pain,
Each stitch, a memory, in a silent refrain,
The moments lost, in timeâs cruel grip,
A bitter taste, upon the lips.
Yet in the sorrow, a lesson learned,
For every flame, once brightly burned,
The heart may ache, but still it beats,
In the echoes of regret, the soul retreats.