Regret

Finding old notebooks 

and letters I wrote, 

Me telling you off in scribbled notes.

Poems-a-plenty, 

angry and mean....

I thought you were empty 

and I was unseen.

I'm finding the clues 

and remember your words. 

It's all what what you'd choose 

and what's now occured. 

The loss that you brought, 

the loss that I've known.

I bitched and I fought,

And through it we'd grown. 

Now that you've left, 

in such a horrible way,

This pain in my chest 

has nothing to say.