you only regret
the girl you never said
'love'
to.
the one
you didn't
kiss
on the porch
in the rain.
you'll never regret
it when
you did,
even if
- when -
they walk away.
because regret isn't hurt.
regret is life
not lived,
and hurt
is life's death rattle.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholia
Poésiepoetry takes us to so many places, and we take poetry to so many places. here are poems about places, and sometimes the people found in them.
