Regret

It didn’t take long for you to begin,
with your “you haven’t changed” and your “How long has it been?”
But how dare you stand there complacently –
knowing that you did this to me.

How could you, in my time of need?
You made your excuses and staged your retreat.
You sent the occasional “How are you?” letter.
Was that supposed to make me feel better?

I didn’t miss you, but you did cross my mind.
The thoughts that I had were not very mind.
If I could have just one regret,
it would be the moment we met.

You’ve had your turn for questions – now it’s mine.
How many others have you hurt all this time?
How do you live with yourself? What’s the trick to it?
I’m dying inside, because I can’t do it.

I didn’t miss you…
If I could have just one regret,
it would be the moment we met.