SO MUCH
So much regret in this poem
I know, Oh yes I know,
every year
I see you more clearly
remember things about
you I assumed I could
and could forget.
Until
there is no more clearly
there is an
end to clarity
as far
as I am concerned
you always had so much clarity,
I hoped it was, back then
and still today,
this last day
clarity enough
for the both of us.
So much regret in this poem,
I knew I was going to regret
the pain of writing it.
