Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Shadows of my past mistakes do grow.
Echoes of choices, whispered in the night,
Haunt the silence, out of sight.

Regrets, like ghosts, linger in the air,
Their presence felt, though never there.
What ifs and should haves, a constant refrain,
Weighing down my heart with unseen chains.

The moments lost, the words unsaid,
Dance in my mind, where memories tread.
Time’s cruel passage, relentless and swift,
Leaves me yearning for a moment’s gift.

Yet in this sorrow, a lesson’s found,
For in our mistakes, true wisdom’s crowned.
Though regrets may linger, and shadows stay,
They guide us gently, lighting the way.