loose ends -

with each missed chance, 
possibilities hang in the air- 
brushed by the threads of imagination, 
unanswered wishes, 
and paths untrodden, 
pulling at the seam- 
the fabric of your reality 
unwinding, 
never letting you settle;
holding on to the memories
which were and could have been, 
caught up in an undertow-
denying a real chance 
to those which could be, 
as you lay tangled 
in the webs of the past-
beyond any attempted alteration, 
at the price of the next step  
untaken, 
thinking still,
a malady of my mind. 

- xyn