What was meant to be,

it never could be.

What you hoped to be,

couldn’t see what you could see.

Where you thought you should be,

the paths couldn’t meet.

What felt just right to be,

proved the biggest worry.

What makes it fun to be,

without it now, the days cease to be.

What makes it worthwhile to be,

the heart will fight the world

before it leaves.

Whether fate decides or is it a play of destiny,

we will never know

who is meant to be or not to be.

Wishes fulfilled

of what’s gone.

Few more to go

of what remains.

Moments pass,

moments relived.

Time plays tricks,

more hugs

a few more kisses

I wish to give.

Open blue sky

scented fields

chasing butterflies

you & me.

There is no future for my past.

It’s a leaf I’ve walked over.

A withered flower, never to bloom over.

The future tensed, the present amused.

Acceptance, a timeless joke,

the past refused.

To be quiet,

it tried hard.

In the end the past

had the last laugh.