Looking at these walls filled with the faces of my life

Walls filles with photos of what once was,

None can ever capture what now is

After the deed is done, it all becomes past--

As the people in these photos slowly start to disappear,

I find myself looking at what once was

And wondering what could have been.

I look around at what still surrounds me, for now,

It'll all disappear one day, with everything else.

These photos don't only show one person,

In fact they show two

And if caught in the right light, three

The first one is usually the one I miss

The second one scares me as I ask myself how

And the third one frightens me

The first two; who they were ans who they became did not

  lie solely in my hands

However, the third is all me-

The decisions made and its effects reflect me,

This person looking at me can disappear,

As easily as anything else:

Regret changes nothing, changes naught but the conscience

I cannot go back nor would I try

Because like everything else we will become what once was.

As I walk away,

I take one last look,

At the faces of my past;

I walk toward the blinding light,

Warming my skin,

As I also become, what once was;

And say a simple bye, not 'good'bye;

To what now is