Regret

In passing eyes…
Regret.
A voice,
Or a touch.
A glance from the past,
And a moment,
Remembered,
Is missed,
And recalled,
Again.
Oh, such dreams,
And longing,
Swell within me,
As I consider,
A time,
And chances.
You slipped away,
In hesitation,
For I dared not hope,
That your heart,
Could be mine.

In passing eyes,
There’s regret.
A wisp of hair,
Or lips,
Near to yours,
And I’m lost…
In a glance,
And a moment.
Time and again,
Remembered,
When I could have held you;
When happiness,
Slipped away,
In a moment’s hesitation.
Where may I go,
That your face,
Doesn’t haunt me,
Or my heart,
Doesn’t skip,
In thinking it may be you?

Time and again,
You are there.
How I ache in the hope,
That fate may be kind,
And our paths will cross,
That I might smile,
And tell you I’ve missed you…
Another chance,
In which desire,
Will not be thwarted,
By a moment’s hesitation,
And a second,
Or a heartbeat,
When one dares not hope.

I wonder…
Where you may be,
Do you think of me?

Written in Kings Mountain, NC,
with memories of one Sherri Wyatt.

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About Wicasta

Depending upon whom you ask, Wicasta Lovelace is an author, musician, artist, web designer and/or delusional lunatic (which one he is at any given moment depends upon the day of the week, really). You can find him on Google+, Twitter and Facebook. Wicasta is working on several novels and recording music with his band, Windhaven. He is the principle editor of the Malleus Maleficarum project, lead author at PaganCentric, curator at Mama Peggy, and systems engineer at Floozees Doozees.
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