Nostalgia

I miss landscapes that I never saw.
Regret actions that I never took.
I ache for feelings that I never felt.
And cry for lovers that I never had.

I dream of lives that I never lived.
Feel sorry for things that I never made.
I think of people that I never met.
And laugh of jokes that I never heard.

Maybe I’m dead without ever been alive…


PO February, 13th, 2004