The turning back of clocks,
salvation of our regrets
and wish of things done differently
have all become fruitless dreams.

A once pure expression of our love,
left lingering in the hallway of time,
all too often, becomes lost,
as one by one, open doors close.

Appreciation of what we have, escapes,
as no longer will we wear anothers shoe,
try to walk in their footsteps,
or see anything but from where we stand.


A complete lack of words for anothers thoughts,
once bringing on a feeling readily recieved,
has been replaced with a numbness of feeling,
brought upon us by a tirade of thoughtless words.

Not until it's too late, does our focus re-adjust,
as slowly we are awakened from our emotionless dream
seeing again through the eyes we chose to keep shut,
until focus fades once again, and tears begin to well.












directions once taken,
lifes
have led to where i now stand.

Wiith number of paths fewer,
decisions seem more difficult,
as well their significance

in last line, shouldread "as tears begin to well"...

Words on bottom shouldn't hve been posted! While I was writing below
words, I changed, and began the above poem!