In the quiet corners of the restless night,
Lies the whisper of choices, haunting and bright.
Echoes of moments where paths went astray,
Painting shadows on the canvas of day.

With every misstep, a lesson unfolds,
Yet the heart lingers where the past holds.
Regrets, like phantoms, dance in the mind,
Seeking solace that’s hard to find.

Oh, the weight of words left unsaid,
And dreams that faltered, now cold and dead.
In the silence, the soul yearns to mend,
The broken bridges we couldn’t defend.

But light seeps through the cracks of despair,
Offering hope in the tender air.
For every regret, a seed is sown,
A chance for redemption, a heart to be grown.