In a broken promise or a word unsaid,
in a lost smile or a last regret,
I see a future filled with memories
of the past.
In the echo of a dream or the image of a lie,
in the reflection of a life or the shadow of a loss,
I wonder if a path, once chosen,
can be changed.
As we forget the knowledge gained
and fail to learn from what is lost,
I watch as time erases the mistakes
But, I remember.
© Sara Murray, 15 September 2016
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