Unfinished Regrets
words came undone
all that she could have said
ideas by now should have transcended both of them somewhere
through stories of their own self-actualized trials
O imagine what they could have done so much more together
and a piece of adagio
she would have asked him to waltz in
if only she was not away
single-mindedly and so unwaveringly
she moved forward
further undeviating and more decisively
the Hiraeth… has never been reached an uphill battle
until now dragging her to the time where it all started
wrapped in the blanket of cold solitude
she’d all tortured in dusty memories and tainted nostalgia
yearning his presence at the present time
it collapsed her nonetheless unaided on the floor
glimpses of him she saw everywhere in her head
squeeze the whole energy to death
like a tree had grown so high conquering every storm passing
only to rupture
scattered off the ground
and rained over
