The Things We Left Unsaid

the butterfly effect

In the corridors of my mind,
Paths diverge, lost and undefined.
What if I'd taken the other way?
Where would my heart have gone astray?

Each choice I made, a shadow cast,
On futures that I'll never grasp.
In silent grief, I trace the lines,
Of paths untraveled, lost in time.

In this maze of what could've been,
I dwell on dreams that might have been.
Each thought a whisper of regret,

For roads not taken, hearts unmet.

In the tangled web of dreams now frayed,
I search for solace, lost and torn.
What future waits where choices swayed?
In shadows of regret, I mourn.

The flutter of a wing, so slight,
Unleashes storms that none could see.
Yet in the heart of endless night,
I wonder what could've been for me.