I Have Regrets.

Hello! It has been a while since I wrote any poetry here. I was feeling a little poetic today, so I decided to channel it from the perspective of a person who doesn’t realize things until it is too late to do anything about it. It’s always the worst kind of regret to have, in my opinion. You always catch yourself wishing you could go back in time and cursing yourself for not being brave enough to grab opportunities when they stared you in the face. It is not an uncommon feeling to go through and I thought it could be a fun thing to explore in poetry!

Hope you like reading this! Xx

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I wrote and rewrote the words,
The same words I should’ve said to you
The last hundred times I held back—
There’s nothing more I can do;

You remain gone,
Your trace still lingers,
Words remain unsaid,
And the regret in me lasts forever.

And I?
I kneel by your grave,
Head hung in my eternal shame,
If I’d had the courage,  would you have stayed?

I wonder if we went back in time,
Anything should change,
And I wonder if we met again,
Would you still remember me?

I keep looking for the words,
Though you remain long gone,
In the hopes I’ll see you again,
No matter how long that could take—

I’ll remain right here,
Knelt by your lonely grave,
Until the creepers claim me too,
The way they did you,

I’ll be at peace knowing it’s you,
As it had always been,
Such a crying shame I looked past you,
And now, there’s nothing I can do.

Perhaps it’s a mercy to shed
Tears I forever held back,
My heart aches and bleeds for you,
Begging for you to come back…

But now, I get to live with regrets
Weighing down my chest,
Breathing is a painful luxury
I wish I didn’t indulge in,

For I know if I stopped breathing,
If my heart stopped beating,
I’d no longer be kneeling,
But be buried right beside your grave.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.

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