Tag: Regret

Regretfully

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So this is how death in love begins:
You stop saying small good mornings,
Berate those insignificant sins,
You once thought of as delightful things.

You take away what I am now used to,
For those are deeds you forget to do;
But I remember these parts of you,
For they were what made your heart feel true.

I am more difficult than I know;
But that is what you already knew;
Now you see what you chose to ignore;
Difficulty seems like something new.

I don’t believe you love me no more.
I do not think any less of you.
But you seem like others gone before,
Past lessons all seem truer than true.

Love is often such that finds those
Who pursued you claiming forever
Forgetting the vows they made in throes,
When your own love starts to endeavor.

Maybe the condescension of time
Is meant to be, is meant to be,
And all feeling is meant to decline,
Regretfully, regretfully.

Soon

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Have I become old?
Am I to meet regret?
Have my dreams all been sold?
Is this all I get?

Where has all my faith gone?
Am I finally alone?
After all the pain I’ve borne
I can’t even know you’ll atone?

Is this all I learn
With nothing else left to know?
I cannot even yearn,
Before I must willfully let go?

Life can seek the young –
A new phase of the same moon;
But this song has been sung,
They will all be old soon.

I still can write,
Although in the dark;
Maybe, one last fight
To make some sort of mark.

To those who loved me

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I thought of you today.

The thought came from a memory

So beloved in my heart,

That I recalled your love for me.

 

The pang was a deep one,

For it quickly brought to mind

What once made me believe

And had left me so far behind.

 

So far, I found myself

With no recollection of you;

I’d forgotten your eyes,

Your arms, your care – all of you.

 

I thought of you today,

So I guess I did not forget;

So here I sit wistful,

But thankfully, without regret.