What might have been is an abstraction!
Remaining a perpetual possibility, only in the world of
speculation.
What might have been and what has been, always point to one end, which is always the present.
What might have been and what has been, always point to one end, which is always the present.
Footsteps echoing in the memory.
Down the passages we
did not take.
Towards the doors we never opened.
Somehow we end up always here,
in this moment.
You and I!
very poetic :)
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