I could write a novel with all the things I should have said but never did,
and I could make a movie with every meaningful look I gave instead,
I could create a new sport with all the plays I never made,
or all the times I wanted to kiss you but didn't,
I could fill notebooks with regrets and even more with fears,
I could fill a lake with the tears I cried for all the wrong reasons,
I could fill a photo album with the people I never got to meet,
and another with the people I never should have talked to,
My journal,
half filled with accomplishment never looked so small.