What would be the saddest thing?
To die without scars?
To miss all the best sunsets?
To never kiss in the snow?
Or dance in rain?
Will I regret the pain
Or the avoidance of it?
Is the saddest thing to settle
For your heart's second choice
To be your life's companion?
Or to not realize
That one can rarely grow
Without overcoming the fear
Of being alone?
Is the saddest thing to understand
Too late
That it costs something
To be who you are?