Poem2021-02-28T08:31:17+00:00

Regrets

By: Vera Leigh C. Lasam

The chance was laid.
You felt the spark,
I knew the magic of it.
Somehow, things went wrong.

The past is past.
We have to look forward.
We have to walk the pace
of what we call life.

Deprivation hurts a lot,
but has to be lived through.
Yes, live with it;
live the bitter life.

Roads cross and intersect
two hearts apart,
desiring to meet again,
wishing to find what was lost.

Tears flow,
memories flash back,
all cherished in the heart,
Till denying that all was lost.