THE MUSEUM OF MISSING WORDS

The landscape looked like
it was from a previous century.

Oh...not the one
just before

but from centuries...centuries
before

long before I
had even come into existence.

The long long ago
of a fairy story.

It was a past
where I had made

my greatest
mistakes.

Where mistakes
appeared as ghosts.

Or they rose before me
like mountains.

Or regrets that roamed
this land of my mind

like dinosaurs
or fabulous creatures.

And you
the great regret

that would like a comet
come

and destroy
a me I used to be.

Now all this
can still be seen

only in the Museum
of Missing Words.

What was not said
greater than

anything that
was said.

I pay the entrance price
view the exhibits of my life.

Torture myself
with all that could have been

that
never was.