Regret is a tool drawing pictures in the sand
My pit of sand with upside faces and downside faces -
my happy little grief
It hurts and heals - attracting me again
Can it be
The final feeling of love?
I lose my appetite,
Something jitters inside
Clumbsy, tired like a June bug
Trying to escape
My head swirls
Like a dancer unable to stop
My heart pops
My lungs twist
It's painful
It's delightful!
Like a compass -
You're my magnet
And I sway
But never far enough away.