I regret wasting so much time
losing myself to the thoughts of us
back when things were carefree
And I regret looking in
through the window,
waiting for you to let me in,
so things could go back
to they were.
I regret questioning everything:
wishing for the past,
begging for a grasp of the future,
despising the present.
I regret everything about the thought of you,
yet I don’t regret a thing at all.
©YOUNG POETS VIEW 2019
A Regret for November 27
Prompt given by @nanidiction and @momentsbecamememories1 on Instagram
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