🛣️ Her Road I Did Not Take 🛣️ Poem by James McLain

Her road I did not take, through woods of gold,
Where birches bend and secrets old unfold.
The sunlit path that glimmered in her eyes,
Led far from where my lonesome journey lies.
A singing bird, a call I could not hear,
For fear of shadows in my heart, indeed.
Her voice, a melody among the trees,
Yet I walked on, ignoring gentle pleas.
She wandered where the wildflowers yellow bloom so bright,
While I chose trails that vanished in the night.
The echoes of her laughter haunt the air,
A song of love, of dreams I could not share.
Now, in the dusk, I see her distant light,
A road I did not take fades out of sight.
And still, her fragrance lingers on the leaves.
Her road I did not take,
Under autumn's golden gaze,
Silent paths that memories make,
No longer there to take.