The Torn Ticket Stub (Letting Go of the Past)
Can a Faded Ticket Stub Unlock a New Beginning?

You (melancholy): A faded stub, a memory bittersweet,
A concert we planned, a night we couldn't meet.
Life got in the way, a tangled mess,
Leaving this ticket, a silent distress.
Ticket Stub (whispering): Don't dwell on what's lost, the moments that slipped,
Focus on the music, the joy on your lips.
The song remains, a melody in your head,
New concerts await, new memories to be bred.
You (hesitant): But it was supposed to be special, a night to share,
Now the music feels hollow, a weight I can't bear.
Ticket Stub (gentle): The past shapes you, but doesn't define,
Let go of the what-ifs, a brighter future's thine.
You (contemplative): Maybe you're right. This stub holds a story untold,
A reminder to cherish the moments, new and bold.
Ticket Stub (hopeful): New adventures beckon, with a heart open wide,
The music will play on, a melody inside.
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Sudipta D
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Comments (2)
Thank you for sharing this heartfelt dialogue that captures the bittersweet nature of missed experiences, great, subscribed.
Wow. Love the style of this poem! Great work.