found (and lost?)

it’s bittersweet to survey
the field of one’s becoming
with an eye
for what’s real
and (what could never be?)
reminisce about the past
holding (close) those moments
which slipped from our hands
forever lost
into dust and decay —
opportunities missed
or relationships shattered
with an ever-fractured ego
faced with its own sad
and faded reflection.

i’d turn back the hands of time
if given half the chance
but what would emerge
from nothingness
when shadows brought to light
finally cross our path?
perhaps goodbye
was always the better option
and (maybe held fast
in that disguise)
the chance for one’s redemption.