Leaves of Lines [Poetry collection]

A compilation of my poetry ranging across the board. [I'm not depressed, by the way] So far, these are all published as separate movellas, so you can either comment here on the whole, or if you want to leave comments on a specific poem, feel free to find that one in my list. Either way is fine with me! Photo cred: https://www.flickr.com/photos/109065142@N02/sets


13. Regret

I wish you were here,

I always do.

I wish you’d stay near,

but it pains me so.


Every minute with you

is perfection.

Every minute with you 

is torture.


Is it better to know

what you’re missing?

Or is it better to go,

and forget?


The line of sadness

is blurred with pleasure.

The line of madness

is tempered by you.


I wish you were here

I wish you were gone.

I wish you’d disappear,

I wish you’d come back.


I don’t know what I’d choose,

if between seeing you go,

knowing I’d lose,

or never knowing at all.


If you knew how I feel,

would things be different?

Would it help me to heal,

or break me apart?


If you were reading this now,

what would you think?

Would you turn away somehow,

or wish for more time?


These regrets will plague me,

forever and ever.

They’ll haunt me and stalk me

with things that might have been.

The plague of regret, 

of foolish decisions

Is terrible to behold.


Haunting you, stalking you,

bending you, breaking you,

forcing you to fold.


Forcing you to surrender

to doubt and wonder

about what could have been.


Plaguing your thoughts,

twisting your mind,

forcing you to give in.


The past wasn’t good enough,

the present won’t be either,

not with regret on your heels.


Every day is a question,

what might have happened-

could you have changed how he feels?


If you had told him, 

right then and there,

would you be here today?


The opportunities were present,

but the words wouldn’t come,

Why couldn’t you say?


It was so obvious to you,

maybe not to the others,

the way you felt about him.


But your chance is gone,

and so is he,

will you ever forget him?


The regret of those times,

when you kept your mouth shut,

will haunt you for years.


It will always be there,

lingering, asking,

What if you’d conquered your fears?


It seems we’ll never know,

we can never be sure,

how it might have turned out.


One thing is certain,

you’ll have to endure,

and learn to live with the doubt.

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