Hindsight

to all the books i didn’t read
their spines unbent, their worlds uncharted,
to all the maps i never opened
to trawl through dusty cities and temple ruins
to all the songs i never heard
resplendent in their shining harmonies
to all the people i never met
our paths uncrossed, we walked askew
to all the ships that sailed into
that last golden sunset
hold a place for me
in some other life.

 

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