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?
