Memoirs of regret

Each line in each paragraph on each page of my book  
Transcribes opportunities missed/ not taken or words mistook  
A collection of a recollection of times in my darkest of days  
Is my chronicle of lament to enlighten one on my desolation phase.  
The nightmare of being left only with a daydream of a fantasized reality  
Haunts the depths of my mind as the ghost of my past taunts me fervently.  
With every shooting star, I wish to turn the page  
But the leaf of each chapter is stained with the ink of regret  
And circumscribed by the theme of "if only"...  
Had I converted emotions to phrases, or feelings to words...  
My river of tears would stream to the shores of your love,  
The constant waves of torment would dwindle whenever I (sea) you  
....alas...  
I’m left with my memoir in your stead  
Just a bunch of verbs, nouns...words I never said.