reminiscence —— the past, wishing for it to last.
yearning what nearly was,
memories echoing
causing quite a buzz.
the imagery of triumph, crushed by the whispers of "almost".
unspoken desires,
might-have-beens,
are replaced by the
ache of untried ways.
when the silence reigns, the missed chances resonate.
the mystery of longing
for something
on the edge of reality,
unveiling a
contradiction
between
nightmare and reverie.
the haunting
presence of never-ending
feels of regret
from never trying,
in the void
filled with fumes,
is where our souls
get lost in melancholy...
and
the only thing remains,
are the ghosts of you and me.
my almost.
