what could have been.

It was almost spelled out for us.
The remnants left clinging to the hands which held it.
Running fingers over, and over, and over...feeling out the course of it's potential.
A mind never made up
can't decide for sure.
Who knows what the future might have held,
had a heart and head had a chance to lament as long as it took.
Was it a possibility?
Or once again just a confused and misguided idea?
We often find ourselves back to the point in which we are so spun around, we arent sure if we are facing the beginning or the end.
A perfect opportunity arises for what you have dreamed to come to be. But what is not supposed to be, cannot be forced into reality.
Sometimes it must stay in a place in our imaginations where we breathe it, we feed it, we allow it to live...if only for ourselves.
The water runs over what's left of what could have been.
Lost to a place where other’s forbidden dreams have communed.
Never at rest.
Always alive with the energy its still given,
in my heart.