All the light we didn’t see,
All the words we couldn’t hear,
All the fruits we didn’t taste,
Made for a life of terrible waste.

All the gravel that wasn't tread,
All the letters that weren’t read,
All the ink that didn’t dry,
Slumped against the wall but couldn’t cry.

All the kisses that didn’t last,
All the moments that passed too fast,
All the souls that didn’t touch,
Looking at the daisies with eyes to begrudge.

Now I am past my prime,
Clutching at the stars,
Reminiscing the time.
I wish I had the keys to the door,
Step into the portal,
Let the world shift beneath the floor.
For all I want is to see the light again,
Let it warm our hearts, melt away the pain.

Notes: The title of the poem is a misnomer. The poem is inspired by the title of the book 'All the light we cannot see', which I am currently reading. I found the line so captivating that I wrote and extended upon it on my train-ride from 86th to 14th St. Hence, the name of the poem :)