Always, There is Regret
There's freedom in your eyes, you're so adept,
inviting me to join you in your play.
That kind of freedom's way beyond my depth,
though it's a struggle just to walk away.
Regretting is my least besetting sin;
I've made so many errors I deserve
to replay chances missed and my chagrin
is not misplaced or wasted. Please observe
my hands no longer tremble when you pass.
You were a longed-for possibility
but possibilities are molten glass;
unshaped they turn to puddles of debris.
When I said no, I saved us both some pain,
but won't regret regretting you again.
2001 (posted 9/15/11) dawn
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