Seconds

I regret them all,

The wasted seconds,

That could have been my life.

I mourn them all,

Those undone kisses,

For she who should be my wife.

All the seconds ticking, gone,

Like the beats of a silent song,

That my heart sings.

I recall them all,

The forgotten words,

That should have been my book.

I shunned them all,

Those misplaced smiles,

For those who cared to look.

All the moments moving, gone,

Like the silence of an unstruck gong,

That my heart sings.

I yearn for them all,

Those musty hours,

That grow old in some cold place.

I plead in silent recall,

For all the unspoken lies,

That never graced my face.

All the hours dying, gone,

Like the whisper that waited too long,

That my heart sings.

I tend them all,

Those invisible weeks,

That melt into years of regret.

I collect them all,

Those unspent wishes,

Though, for what, you know, I forget.

All the days dawning, gone,

Like the dischord of the unsung song,

That my heart sings.

All the seconds ticking,

‘Til I am gone.

All the metronomic silence,

Of a song sung wrong,

While my heart cries.

Dies.

© M.H.