Recollections of Regret

The stained whispers left me empty;

your words never fulfilled.

Like dusty memories on the floor;

each one swept out with time

but unfortunately, never forgotten.

If moments could always be chromatic,

but only rainbows readily comply;

if life were of such embellishments

then disappointments would be figments

but regrettably, they are all too real.

Life like time must march on

though the moments never fade;

lying in our pillowed subconscious

in futile attempts we try to forget;

forever etched in recollections of regret.

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