In quiet moments, shadows dance,
Whispering tales of what might have been.
Choices linger like fading echoes,
Marking paths that never crossed.
The heart recalls with tender ache,
Steps hesitated, words unspoken.
A tapestry of moments woven,
Threads of longing, hopes unbroken.
Beneath the stars, a silent yearning,
For bygone days and whispered dreams.
Regrets, like leaves in autumn’s calling,
Drift and swirl in moonlit streams.
Yet in the stillness, lessons linger,
In every sigh and tear once shed.
A journey forged in silent pondering,
On roads untaken, softly tread.