Missed Opportunity

What might have been

How sad I feel

My father's secret was to express

His loving zeal.

The fate that's spread

Across my heart.

The missed opportunity

For a final part.

The harshness of death

Its permanent scar

Stills my breath

From afar.

I write theses words

Knowing his secret to healing

A heart that was broken

And still is reeling

I know these words of regret will not change time.

But my heart's broken and my escape is through rhyme.