Untitled 2
there it was. the opening. i could ask anything.
anything about her past. her life. her troubles.
but all i asked was: do you regret me?
i could have asked any question,
but all that was swimming in my head,
was that question.
(c) Aiyana Farber
Copyright © Ana Farber | Year Posted 2015
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment