Regret
I have gazed at pictures of my face with closed eyes,
Sometimes I stare at the photographs, I don’t recognise
myself,
Not the quirky smile, the slight overbite of my jaw,
I stare into those foreign smitten eyes, who was she before?
I’ve dug out the memories, read the heartfelt ink,
I’ve leant against material, cried for the longing of her
softness,
I remember planets where we’d be without sorrow,
We’d embrace in the comfort of safety into the tomorrows..
I’ve stared into the darkness, carried through dimensions to
before,
Where I’d have instead had the courage and walked through
your door..
I have stared at my hands, oh the way they would entwine,
Laced up and a perfect fit, we’d skip carelessly a far,
I would beacon your soft lips for that ever magic kiss,
Somehow with you I was fearless..
A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet,
Let the shards fly, sink into my skin cause,
My heart so very broken, where mended it once was..
And I will forever be in love,
Until the last petal falls from my white rose..
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