Regret

On weary ground I walk and think Of you; your shadow follows everywhere I go and feckless as the saline tears That flow, I’m hollow. Memories, impressions thus ensue A measured dose that slowly dribbles Through; like intravenous drips that Bring in pain, I see the poison coursing Through my veins. Regret’s a stinking feeling to endure It leaves the heart there aching insecure A pallid soul, laconic, dry and dead And nothing to the past can ere be said. On weary ground I walk and think of you!