Unfinished Plans

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Even love's good memories can hurt;
Sharply tangy and so bittersweet,
'Cause a memory is just something gone,
Of things that will never be complete.

So many things you didn't do
When you had the chance;
You still see them on that list,
A place, an act, that special dance.

And even if there's no regret
For all the times you had,
You still yearn for the should have been's
And it makes you feel so sad.

So you ache for the lost dreams
That, now, will never come true;
And you dream of just one more chance
That you know will not be given to you.

You feel the good memories creeping in,
And you try so hard to shut them away
Til you can look at them once more
Without feeling the loss and hurt of today.