And I let you go,
Do I regret it, No-
Except for the days the sunrises
And the nights the stars fall;
And the moment a thick cloud gathers
And the sight of a red golf;
And the diner across my apartment
And the scent of lavender plush;
And the moments your memories flash black
Like a blackout, clouding my neurons.
Regrets are part of a life lived
And your dreams demanded your call;
And I chose with all of my valor,
To give into what you want.
Was a month, then two, then silence
I knew for a fact- we were done.
And my heart beats just a little faster-
For your dream- was never me all along.
day 5 of October Poetry Writing Month. The prompt: capture a relationship or a feeling. Don’t just tell it, show it.
IMAGE CREDIT: Beverly Tan