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?