Almost 
If only

I should have

Could have

These words rotate endlessly

In the air about the head

Things we wish we could have 

If only

Instead

They are collective verbs and nouns

Seen in the here and now

Yet used to describe

Sighed 

Often with regret

Someone whose time we shared

Who now has left

And we won’t be getting back

So

The heart inscribes its own

Invisible tattoos

That we wear beneath our skin

Eponymous in their impotence

Whispered useless tokens

They describe our missed connections

As we walk along our path

Lost friendships

Relationships fallen through

The words uttered in haste

That revolve 

Sighing

Regretfully

For days

Weeks

Years

In our heads

As futile as the ticket to ride

We clutch in our still disbelieving hand

As we stare at the hind end

Of the departed bus

Or

The train left the station

Arrived too late

Missed connections

Reverberating perspectives

Seen through the 

thin

narrow

beam

Of hindsight and reflections
The header photo is from a dawn camel ride at Uluru. A magical way to start the day ❤️