Regret

-Buru-

Another one, a couple of years old I think...


Hurt that smothers
the heart
like a winter afternoon

The hours die,
You die a little
In every empty room…

Unchecked words
Are forgotten
As soon as spoken…

In every corner of my soul
A whisper of lost love
Inhabits my remembrance

In every corner
Memories,
And regret.