A poem of nostalgia of a ear I wasn't alive in

I glanced in the beauty then 

I forsake it

I hate what I've missed 

The choice wasn't mine 

So I'm cursed to remember nostalgia from a time I wasn't alive 

Barely reaching and grasping feeling what was once just a day and a sunrise 

It brings me to tears almost I could hang my head and cry but I must turn away and say goodbye from something I never met 

My heart is so full of regret even if for a time

All I felt was the embrace of childhood grass and wind chimes