Echo of Choices

The paths fork and twist, shadows reach, somewhere, a decision lies in waiting.
A haunting melody echoes, whispering secrets of moments lost,
a love letter unopened, a word unsaid.
The decision to speak, once a roar, now
echoes silently in an empty room.
Grains of sand slip through fingers, choices made— Another chance lost in the cosmos.
Threads of Weaving The Lament of Time Reflections in Glass