What we Carry, What we Learn
regret is a weight, one that you take up and may never truly put down.
you can’t put it down just like you can’t put yourself in the room where your father died, just so he can pass on with his family around
just like you can’t put extra hours on the end of that last Christmas day
or toss in a few extra birthdays
and you can’t put it down just like you can’t send perspective in the mail, especially against the grain of time.
but after a good, long while, when you’ve carried it across your world and back, you’ll find that you’ve gotten used to it.
until one day you can’t feel the weight at all, just the vague memory of having once carried it.
and then all that’s left is the knowledge that, one day, when you’re faced with that same weight,
you’ll know it so well you won’t have to pick it up again.
