REGRET

REGRET

I loved you after
I let you leave me forever,
then I missed you

The way I miss snow
in summertime heat waves
or warmth in December

The way a drunkard
needs a shot of alcohol
or hippies want peace

I miss you always
dreams become my nightmares and
reality bites hard

© Diane Morinich

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