Words don’t come so easy when
Old hurts you thought lay buried
Rise with a thirst

And I wish I could have stopped you
Asked for a moment to think and grasp,
Form the words.

You are not him I know, you are not him.
I regret, having never known regret
Suddenly I do and

My regret is not having stopped you

Touched your face, let you hold me when
You sought to console and touch
And now I need

Your hands on me, arms brushing away
My sorrow for letting old hurts in.
Too late I call

And the words still did not come easy,
This is my first real try, like you,
With someone real.

As you say, all is well…but still….

This has taught me to regret.