Mourn the realization of loss
as you dwell in the limbo of what could have been
dreams of togetherness we could have had
blurs of connection on another plane
Standing by subconscious to observe
the marks of regret in your eyes
the pleads for understanding in your heart
the depths of longing in your life
The paths that we chose not to walk
together threaten to haunt us alike
in dreams regressing to could have beens
waking up to realities of what never was.
By tuttysan © 2008
The Haunting – a poem. Photo: Lake Superior North Shore, MN.