I wouldn’t say nostalgia
     A longing for the past
     A reaching, yearning, grabbing, stretching
     Of something across the vast

Changing, unending present

The endless possibilities

The maybe should and shouldn’t be’s
Friends, perhaps, or enemies

That could have been

If I’d gone there
If I’d stayed here
If I’d been bold
If I’d…

All the possibilities

That swim before me
The separate me’s
With other stories
And different lives

Their world is what drives
Me

As, I look at them and wonder
How
Am
I
Here

Now

As I am

I wouldn’t say despair
     There’s hope within me yet
     A spark the threatens to go out
     And as I lie here in regret
     I know that tomorrow

Holds a chance of something new
So I’ll try to see it through