these regrets

come to haunt

those maybe’s ifs

might’ve beens

i’d be a rich man

given a penny

for the times

the blues tried

to hang on

rattling through memories

loves gone wrong

misunderstands

between people

not having

mine & their own

best interests at heart

instead that

raging for spite

to look down

stand upon

i relearn

over & over

once more again

to let them go

accept on that day

i was only doing

the best i could

& can

it being too late

for sorrow