Regret

I read tales of missing children

I read tales of children missing

I read tales of relationships breaking

I read tales of breaking relationships

I read tales of parents lost

I read tales of lost parents

I read tales of forgotten dreams

I read tales of forgettable "dreams"

All the world is a muddle. Its like we are walking but with our eyes closed, only aware of our own selves. Let's wake up. Let's hold our children, our loved ones so close tonight that if tomorrow we are apart, there maybe pain but no regret.