Runaway

It is not the moments of which have been lived,

but the moments that have been taken

It is not the love you so delicately embrace,

but the love that did not stay

It is not the memories cherished,

but the memories that never happened

It is not the truths you innocently told,

but the secrets you did not say

It is not the love you so freely give,

but the love you have not captured

It is not the lives of which you have touched,

but the lives standing alone each day

It is not the warmth of a sheltering home,

but the cold abandoned houses unadorned

It is not the triumphs so bravely taken,

but the times half-heartedly portrayed

It is not the choices easily made,

but the ones that are most difficult

It is not the decisions of yesterday,

but the actions of today

It is not the child smiling up at you,

but the one that went astray.