Kaleidoscope

The Aftertaste of Regret

If, by chance, by fate, by a miracle, we crossed paths again, would your soul remain the same shade as when I knew it as well as my own?

Would the corners of your lips still curl with that breath-taking grace, gracing me with the beautiful smile that made my heart stutter?

If I looked into your eyes, what would I find? The eyes I once saw through, with the promise of a future.

Those arms, which became home. Would they piece together the shards that I myself scattered, when my insecurities broke us apart?

There is no beauty in being broken. Just the regret of what I've done to us. The regret that haunts me by day and steals my sleep by night.

When you open your mouth, will your words resonate with the emotion that tugged at my heart's strings, or have you already forgotten what it means to care?

If, by chance, I ever saw you again in the future, would the rain melt the iciness of your heart enough for you to try again?

Enough to forgive me for what I'd done?

What I'd done to us...