Phone calls that are never made
Notes that aren’t written
Gentle words left unsaid
So wrapped up in my own little life
I don’t see the tears
Or hear the heart cries of others
So many what ifs, so many regrets
Hindsight is always twenty twenty
But foresight is blind
Like cold eyes on a statue
That never see the world around
Trips will be planned but never taken
Beds will be neatly made
Never to be slept in again
Front doors will be locked
But that threshold won’t be crossed any more
Clothes will be bought but never worn
A gift received but never opened
A whisper of love not given
A warm hug not shared
So many things we leave unfinished
When we leave this world
It’s true that tomorrow is not promised
So why do I live as though it is?
When death comes calling
Those left behind will ask
Why didn’t I do more
Why didn’t I say more
Why didn’t I hold your hand longer
You know how much I love you
But I should have shown it more
I thought we’d have more time
I thought we had more tomorrows
Some times I think people die
To show us how to live