In the quiet of the night, shadows softly weep,
Echoes of decisions made, in memories they seep.
Choices carved in stone, now haunt the silent air,
The weight of what could have been, is more than I can bear.

Time does not forgive, nor does it ever mend,
The fragile threads of moments lost, that never truly end.
In the mirror of my soul, reflections dark and deep,
A tapestry of sorrow, in which my heart does steep.

If I could turn back time, to paths I did not take,
I’d soothe the wounds of yesterday, and heal each small mistake.
Yet here I stand alone, with ghosts that never fade,
In the garden of my mind, where dreams and hopes have strayed.

Regret is but a whisper, a song that never dies,
It lingers in the silence, beneath the moonlit skies.
Though I strive to move beyond, and let the past remain,
The echoes of my choices, will ever cause me pain.