Regret
Published in
May 2, 2023
Empty home, a hollow tree —
I lied, I left.
Left you behind — promised to return,
Wilful, I would not.
A friend, a guide, lost without
Rejected, cast aside.
I turned my back
To never look behind.
A curse of grasping morals
I thought was not of me.
Come to grips I was the one
Allotting ruth and sorrow.
Years glide by, worlds have passed
It’s long since you moved on …
No time, no deed, no words
Redeem the hurt.
The wrong impaired on you.
Heedless without care.
What’s left is regret,
And tears — a quiet despair.
