Her Road I Did Not Take

Her road I did not take, through woods of gold, Where birches bend and secrets old unfold. The sunlit path that glimmered in her eyes, Led far from where my lonesome journey lies. A singing bird , a call I could not hear, For fear of shadows in my heart, indeed. Her voice, a melody among the trees, Yet I walked on, ignoring gentle pleas. She wandered where the wildflowers yellow bloom so bright, While I chose trails that vanished in the night. The echoes of her laughter haunt the air, A song of love, of dreams I could not share. Now, in the dusk, I see her distant light, A road I did not take fades out of sight. And still, her fragrance lingers on the leaves. Her road I did not take, Under autumn's golden gaze, Silent paths that memories make, No longer there to take.