I do not feel the sting in my eyes
when I walk through meadows of what has been--
For those deeds which I have come to know
do not cloud my view.
When regret's lovely blossom swells
among my memories--and proclaims
Moments and souls never to be loved by me,
It's scent breathes sorrow sharp and true.
I wrote this after a discussion with my sweet husband about what makes me sad. He looked at me like I had just fallen from the moon when I told him that sometimes I grieve for all of the people and places and experiences in this world that I will never know. I can't help but feel that way every now and then.
In this big, old, immense world...it seems that missing what you miss out on is inevitable.
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