Childhood days of innocence,
Enraptured thoughts,
Dreams of glass,

We walked,
And we talked,
As children so oft do,

Far too late,
I realize as so many do,
My heart was meant for you,

The moments, seconds,
To which I so desperately clung,
Slipped through my fingers as the sand in the hourglass,

Fate spurned me,
For now,
My words cloak my sorrow,

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
I took the one more traveled,
And that has made all the more difference.