Lives Unlived

Mourning paths we never walked.

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Sometimes I get into this mood where I think about the paths I could have taken but never did. I wonder where I might be now if things had been different, if I’d made a different decision. I’m sure everyone wonders this. this poem is about that feeling and its unending nature. I hope you like this one! If you do, consider subscribing, it’d mean a lot!

All the weight

Of all the worlds

We didn’t see.

All the lives

Of all the loves

We didn’t meet.

All the laughs

From all the jokes

We didn’t hear.

All the roads

Adventure-bound,

We never took.

All the words

Behind our teeth

That we never said;

Haunt us

To the end of our days.