Nevermore.
Behind.
Turn
around.
Look
behind.
Mysteries.
Fuzzy
pat­h of
what was.
Vaporizing.
Ghosts
along
the path.
Shimmering.
Spirts
of the
never was.
Could
have been.
Infinite
realms
left
behind,
unexplored.
Experience
lost.
T­housands
never met,
never
known.
Avenues
never
trod.
Sad really.
What a
shame.
All the
could
have
beens.
Carelessly
passed,
ignored.
Brushing
past
h­urriedly.
Rushing.
Pushing
through
reflecting,
wondering
what may
have
been?
Should
have
been?
Gone.
All,
just a
mist
lost
in the
nevermore.