Regrets - Oct. 24, 2023

all that remorse

I left behind

in black nights

some still appear

in the gray

of dusk or dawn

but I’ll take

the life I have now

put me in a painting

its backdrop - a dark

forest path for the past

a brown wrinkled face

washed in golden sun

hazel eyes looking up

foot lifted mid-step

no I’m not that guy

I’m the bird he’s watching

missing some feathers

already airborne

that blur of blue