I am the whisper you never heard.
I am the tear you never cried.
I am the word you never spoke.
I am the heat you never felt.
I am the cool winter breeze you never smelt.
What happened to you can never be taken back.
Your breath gone,
Your sight gone,
Touch, smell, The hearing of my heart beat gone.
You were a beautiful bud.
So open to grow and become a beautiful flower.
Life was an option.
It was not taken.
Now lifeless empty, crushed like a growing flower in a flood.
You were the seed that did not have the chance to grow.
For now you are a regret,
In the past you were and accident,
And the future you will be mine.