Regrets
A window opened … and became our world.
Endless events transpired as single breaths of air within its hurricane and …
we paid them no mind.
... but: They left small, faint, unconscious marks.
As the Events Hurricane slows to a slight breeze, the marks of the past …
Are discovered, pale and out-of-focus
… we try desperately to recall the events they represent.
Only rarely do we succeed …
‘Tis then Regret makes its impact known.
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