In the quiet of the night, I hear your voice,
A whisper of love, a distant, aching choice.
Memories dance, shadows of the past,
Regret lingers, a sorrow that will last.

The path not taken, a dream left behind,
In my heart, your name is forever enshrined.
Moments we missed, smiles that never bloomed,
In the garden of my soul, your absence loomed.

Eyes that once sparkled with unspoken dreams,
Now reflect the pain of broken schemes.
The hands of time, relentless and cruel,
Have written a story where regret is the rule.

If I could turn back the clock, rewrite the pages,
Erase the tears, the heart’s silent rages.
Yet here I stand, in the present’s embrace,
Haunted by the specter of your forgotten face.