Author Information
Meeting Regret
I should not waste another day, thinking of things I should have said,
to try and get you back.
But I know when your back, the cause,
I know the pain, teardrops,
the effect, which I already started and the end I still regret.
Now I sit, stand, sit and lay,
everyday, and think about you,
but do you ever hear me?
Do you ever see the part of me no one sees?
Do you even feel me?
Have you ever felt this pain?
Do you even know when I reach out and grab you,
grasping for air?
