Memory Lane

Shadows
carry me down memory lane
No
not the memories I can see
anytime I choose
nor the ones slipping from me
that I can only be breached by
in my darkest hours
vulnerable
eyelids glossed over
by the white, reaching tendrils
of the moons rays
No
not my memories
rather,
the memories I will never have
choices lost
in the ebb of time
paths not crossed
paths that evaded my gliding step
winds that my finger tips
weren't able to brush
erased for all eternity
lost
unless, perhaps
I can fight my way on
through the shadows