NaPoWriMo 12: Fantasy

I promise I gave it my best try,

To make it right,

But all I could do was cry,

By your lonely light.

This wasn't your fault,

That the time set,

It was locked in my vault,

So don't you fret.

I'll turn back the clock,

And change the past,

If time didn't lock,

My fantasy would last.

a.d. (regretful of missed opportunities)