What Could Have Been

Wisps of a mist of what I used to be.

Barest of breaths of what I might have been.

Lost to the waters of yesteryear.

Surrounded by now of what I have to own.

Facing my broken vessels of my present.

My dreams, your dreams, of what could have been,

Lost to wisps of mists


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