on these dark cloudy days
I sit and think about life
but try not to think about
all the could have beens
it tears me apart to think
that we could have been
we could have been something
something meaningful and expressive
something that caused
shock and awe in others
sheer beauty does that to people
we could have loved so much that
others would wonder if we
were even human
there could have been so much between us
but you just had to walk away
walk away from me
from us
with my broken heart in your hand
and my love
(so useless)
under each echoing footfall
but then I have to remind myself
that I can't look at all
the could have beens
because they may come to mean
more to me than you ever meant
The Dreamers Movement
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-538/
