I made my mistakes. Now I have regret to keep me company as well as thoughts and silence for friends.
I should move on, they’ve told me. Hell, even I’ve told that to myself each and every hour of the day.
let it end here, with loss accepted. I know i should go, but something keeps me still.
There isn’t much as a cure for regret as a remedy, or so I feel. You can sit and mourn all you did wrong or right, or fill the empty fantasy of how to do it better if you could go back.
Well, for now, this is my choice.
To mourn and
.. dream of how I could we could’ve done it better.
Ojasca, July, 2009
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