There were whispers I didn’t hear,
Words I could not say,
Things I didn’t see,
And memories that couldn’t stay.
There were feelings I couldn’t help,
Thoughts I couldn’t confess,
Things I never meant,
And actions I regret.
Why?
Why did it have to happen at all?
When in time, it had to end,
Why show me a broken dream?
Why some stupid fairy tale?
Why did we have to leave?
Leave on the same journey, same day,
Why did we have to walk together?
When with different people,
We’d to walk away…
Why?
I guess what ever might have happened in the past, we have to let go and look forward for a better tomorrow. Taking things and situations in stride is the key. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem THE PHOENIX STRANGLER.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A question of why is the beginning of self-realization inside us You will find the answer as you wall in the quest of this life
Well said n very rightly said: -)