You never truly grasp what you had
Until it's lost, you're left with past
Imperfections and all, it was yours
A sense of rightness that transcended flaws
There was always room for growth
For effort and commitment to show
But instead of nurturing, you let it fade
And now, the what-if's forever linger and shade
No regrets for the time you shared
For in it's magic, your hearts were bared
Yet, longing for a different end
Aches within, a wound that won't mend
The unknown beckons a daunting test
A future without what once felt best
Memories of what could've been
Now taunt, a bittersweet refrain
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Nicole Pritchard (
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- Published: March 7th, 2025 16:06
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Comments1
Looking back on what could have been is only a different way of punishing yourself. A poem that focuses on telling yourself you should be grateful for what you have. Nice
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