Regrets
Resting in bed side by side
partially languishing
in the tangibility
of last night.
The sun kisses my face
and transmits me back
to your embrace.
I angle my head to the side
and glimpse you-
still slumbering.
Gently as not to wake you
I creep out from beneath your arm.
I collect my clothes from the floor
and bolt from the room my heart-
quickening with insecurity.
You called me today
and I made up some excuses
to my abandonment.
I heard the oppression in your voice.
I jog my hand through my hair
and forget you are still---
anticipating a reply.
I say no it is just me
I desire time.
Time bounces faraway
and weeks merge into months
and I hope you’re not in my heart
anymore.
The depression
is a friend of mine
once more.
I evaporate into night
and attempt to feel conscious
even though secretly
I sense the numbness.
A tear steals down my cheek
and I whimper curling myself-
into a orb and I think of you.
If regrets were kisses-
on the wings of rewind
I would be back in bed
making love to you
but instead I am isolated
a hostage of regret.
