I could’ve felt alive,

I could’ve been fine,

I was given the opportunity,

Of a lifetime.

I could’ve been saved,

Mended, but played,

By the worries in my head,

And the choices they made.

I could’ve trusted,

I could’ve loved,

Could’ve held the hand,

Of what could be a dove.

But I suppose in the end,

We only regret the chances,

We didn’t take.