Regret

You spent more time
At her grave than you
Did at home with her
When she could breathe
And her heart could beat
So I'm not sure which
One you liked more;
Her brown eyes or
The brown wood her
Coffin was made of.

June, 2015.

M.K.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Chuan Seng Avatar
September 29, 2015 at 5:44 PM
Great lines to question... The sincerity of a devotion... Ha, is the regrets displayed.... Over brown eyes or brown wood indeed!
Raha Avatar
September 16, 2015 at 5:28 AM
short and powerful poem that reminds how precious is a life while living.
Kaur Avatar
September 16, 2015 at 8:44 AM
Thank you so much for such a nice comment. Your comment on this poem and my other one really made my night. I really appreciate the nice words.
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