Regret’s Blossom

I do not feel the sting in my eyes

when I walk through meadows of what has been–

For those deeds which I have come to know

do not cloud my view.

When regret’s lovely blossom swells

among my memories–and proclaims

Moments and souls never to be loved by me,

It’s scent breathes sorrow sharp and true.

I wrote this after a discussion with my sweet husband about what makes me sad.  He looked at me like I had just fallen from the moon when I told him that sometimes I grieve for all of the people and places and experiences in this world that I will never know.  I can’t help but feel that way every now and then.

In this big, old, immense world…it seems that missing what you miss out on is inevitable.


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