Of the things I should not have done
Of the things I should not have said
Of the things I should not have felt
You are not one
If I could have been other than I am
If I could have known you other than you are
If I could have altered the path time took
What apology would have been needed?
There is no season for lament
There is no occasion for penitence
There is no latitude for despondence
Love does not regret the price it has paid
Love does not regret the tears it has shed
Love does not regret the hours it has waited
I do not regret you
(originally posted Tuesday, August 26, 2008)
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Je Regrette Pas
Labels: archives, prose, remembering, repost, Thystleness
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