Letter To My Regrets Poem by Thomas Warren

Contemplation of what might have been,
that's what'll kill me.
The knowledge she might have loved me,
if I'd have taken that leap.
That kiss I regret pulling away from,
that hand I never held.
Right now though I know,
I would regret, not regretting;
As I'm lying on the sofa
with you.
All those regrets have led me here,
to your soft hands, your soft lips,
your heart so easy to love!
Thank you regret, for taking me here;
but it would be a lie to say I'll miss you.

Kind regards,

Thomas Warren