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A poem I wrote this week

What Could Be

The roads that we don’t walk

Do they still continue to exist?

The songs that we don’t sing

Do they still play on our lips?

The books that we don’t read

Do their words still speak?

The people that we don’t meet

Do they still live in our midst?

The dreams that we don’t dream

Do they still haunt our sleep?

The feelings that we don’t express

Do they still touch us deep?

The kisses that we don’t give

Do they still caress our lips?

The prayers that we don’t offer

Do they still give us peace?

The yesterdays that never came to be

Do they still hold possibilities?

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