I am a collection of dismantled almosts,
Of those lingering moments, now lost,
How do I return to  those flashes,
Gone, leaving behind the remnants of ashes.

Now the mind’s stuck on the ‘what ifs’,
Words dangling over a cliff,
I wish for one more chance ,
Just to have one last glance.
                        ~ Me
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This poem is about the missed opportunities and how we’d do anything to go back.

I wrote this thinking of my Grandfather. We were never really close but I wish to return back and maybe do things differently.

He was a man of few words. I still remember our last conversation ( it was me telling him bye since we were leaving).

I hope he finds peace in heaven.

Let’s please cherish and tell poeple how we feel even if it’s embarrassing but let’s still do it.

THANKYOU💗

Until next time!