In the shadow of whispers, a silence remains,
Where dreams once flourished, now only the stains.
The road not taken, a path left behind,
In the corridors of memory, regrets confined.

A fleeting moment, a chance not embraced,
Time slipped through fingers, an unending chase.
The heart yearns for what could have been,
In the quiet of night, the echoes begin.

The whispers of yesterday, a haunting refrain,
Decisions unmade, like an unending chain.
The weight of choices, heavy and dense,
In the realm of what-ifs, I build my defense.

Yet in the sorrow, a gentle light gleams,
From lessons learned, and newfound dreams.
For in regret’s garden, wisdom grows,
A future forged, as the past gently slows.