#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way...

Looking back, I reminisced.
Longing, assurance, and regret.
Opportunities I missed –
Words I should have said.

Yet every page was a journey.
A blank one is to set.
It's alright to look back and see –
But to live in life is to be in the present.
© kuroishi