Invisible

It is what was seen and what was lost,
could have been yours if you would look within;
for time is now lost and your heart wants not,
of the pain unbearable, beyond what eyes have seen.

A wistful wish to turning the clock around;
regretting is an emotion, irresponsible to say the least,
why turn now when returning is an option sound,
frown not, for a smile is worth more than lies in a kiss.