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.