Leaves like Lovers fall by the wayside,
Years and dreams melt away,
Slowly, very slowly, you begin to count,
every breath, every moment, every day.
Bewildered by where the time went,
a fruitless cycle begins
wishing for just one more,
one more this or that,
one more chance to change,
to fix that one regret that still,
burns in your heart, mind and soul.