The sadness;
of dreams I never knew I had, lying unrealized…
of plans, and hopes, and wants, and desires, unrequited…
of letting go, with love…
of looking back, without remorse…
of moving forward, without…
of realizing that another soul, a mirror to mine, exists in allegiance to another, less deserving…
of releasing the person I could have been, and almost was…almost.
© Copyright 2007-2008 Stacye Carroll
Are We There Yet? 
Beautiful