Fearful Asymmetry
Full of regret for things that never happened Homesick for a place that never existed Sad for an ending that never began Punch drunk on tales of fearful asymmetry Missing the madness that never had method Cry tears for tomorrows that won't become yesterdays Beckon the silence with finger on lips Punch drunk on tales of fearful asymmetry Wringing hands in anguish for hands which never held them Still insisting eyes saw the improbable ghost Stitches in time to save nothing at all Punch drunk on your tales of fearful asymmetry
There is a particular kind of pain in the things that never happened: they leave us with no real memories, and yet somehow they can still leave an absence.