This is for the thought that slipped away
And for the words that crumbled at my touch
This is for the feeling that couldn’t be expressed
Elusive into bitterness
This is for the love that didn’t stay
The love that didn’t bother to unpack
But left without a backwards glance
This is for the pain that never fades
The chronic longing of the unrequited many
This is for the false starts and might have beens
The unrealized potential of the never was
But should have been
This is for the anger that flared up
Burning bridges across deepening divides
This is for the smoldering resentment that hangs around unwanted
Homeless but camped out at my front door
This is for the time I should have called but didn’t
This is for the weakness I nurture and carry with me
This is for the look that ended with a turn away instead of towards
This is for the rapids never run
Mountains never climbed or just because
All the things I didn’t do but should have
And those I did but shouldn’t have
But mostly I regret not loving you
David Trudel © 2013
So much sadness. Beautiful.
Thank you so much.