Regret
Sometimes I wish
Who I was
Was not
What I did
Did never
And was also not
But that’s not right
To make it
disappear
I shift the story
Slightly skewed
The end is wrong
It doesn’t fit
It cannot ever end at all
I craft my tale
For a dark winter’s night
When nothing’s right
That‘s also wrong
She says she wishes
She was 18
I say 60
We only dream
She says
Slight is slight
I say
Dark is dark
And night is night
Neither’s right
Who we were
Is not who we are
Right now
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