Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Poem: Regret

There is no reason I would have called you that night.

I wish I had.

I wish that I had thought to do it,
I wish I had done something differently,
But as it happened
I was at home, tweeting 'happy new year' 
to people I do not know
While you, in some kind of despair
Were dying. 
On your own. 


gammagoblin said...

Just wanted to leave a comment on this, but I can think of nothing to say...

Nothing Hummingbird said...

Thanks for leaving comment though xx