As I sit and talk to a
friend over a mere second
about how I did her wrong.
My friend drops droplets of
wisdom that I have never
noticed in my life.

My friend told me that
to try is to never regret,
and to regret that you have
tried is but an endless cycle
of torment.

I think for a moment,
and I realize that my
intentions to swoon
her to make her sigh had
but consumed me.

I realized now that I
can no longer regret
the wrong that I did
her when I was but
a clueless child of 19.

At least I tried to offer
her a sacrifice of my
heart as I raised it
to her as an offering or
a token of my favor.

She in turn deemed it
not worthy of her attention,
and now at a tender age of
mid twenties well a year younger
then that I shall live my
life as a hermit.

I will no longer chase those
birds that sing so beautifully
or dance so magically.
I shall close my eyes as my
eye lashes fold around my lids
like dark wings.

It is time for me to feel the warmth
of the sun on my face again.
To have the wind in my hair again,
and to forget about the trivial
things that cause emotions that
are less needed in my life again.

09/22/2003

Posted on 09/22/2003
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