REGRET
(A Sonnet in the Shakespearean Form)

When I recall the times I lay with you,
I mostly think of how you made me smile
For nothing that we did could be taboo,
And no one made me feel I was on trial.

These days I've lost a peace that I once had,
And every song I hear speaks straight to me.
How come the ones they play are all so sad?
Why can't I feel both loveable and free?

Someday perhaps once more I'll know your touch,
And maybe then you'll never let me go
For knowing how I missed your kiss so much,
You wouldn't ever let me error so.

I hope our story isn't finished yet,
And if it is, I pray there's no regret.

--Sean Hastings

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