The Weight of Regret
he sat in the what if chair
his ass affixed with glue so strong
he realized he might just die there.
what if I hadn't laughed when I farted out loud?
he wondered.
what if I'd planted daffodils instead of corn?
he mused.
what if I'd listened oh so closely to what you didn't say?
he queried to the heat shimmering
like an aura before him.
what if I hadn't believed your lies
when you told me nothing was wrong?
he muttered to himself
but more importantly
what if I'd asked you how you wanted
to be loved before it was too late?
Comments
and...fields of daffidils, how marvelous!
x..x
You are awesome, Meri.
Light and love !