What Could've Been Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

We walked a path, a twisty way,
Where dreams took root, in shades of gray.
A whispered wish, a hopeful glance,
Of what might bloom, if we took a chance.

A different turn, a bolder stride,
A secret kept, or love denied.
The songs unsung, the stories untold,
A future bright, in hues of gold.

But here we stand, with paths apart,
A quiet ache within the heart.
Of what could be, a gentle sigh,
Beneath the vast and endless sky.