Temporary

I've nothing left to examine,
I cannot pretend I'm seeing
what maybe could have been.
Regret's a state-of-being.

I could see us walking there
in that cold, clean space
for time untold, in our
own temporary place.

It felt like a crooked negative,
that framed record of our past.
Overwhelmed and undervalued -
this will be the last,

I promise (myself) it will.

J.H 13/08/05