The Lament for Time Past

I sit and pine for wasted time.

Could’ve, should’ve, would’ve.
Yet regrets will never make your hopes come to life,
Never can bring back something that is already gone.

And in the comforts of the dark I conjure up memories of you;
To anchor you deep in my heart
So I will never forget.
Still I plod endlessly on the path of what-ifs and should haves.
Tangents and probabilities of things left untold.
I find myself bereft.

My feet is strong, my head is not.
I feel it come, I’m overdone.

All these wasted time.
[I’m sorry]

Rest in peace, Mak Teh. Al-Fatihah
Nur Adila, Melaka.