Waking Up To Regret
To wake up drenched in disappointment
And be said to be alive
Is unreal
Surreal even
Like a poet trying to write a poem
Except his imagery is gone
As soon as she got turned off.
He now stands alone in his home
She,
no longer on his phone
Images on 'X' long gone
Like news of an Ex killed with an axe
By some poet who did know
inspiration is what begets appreciation
But, he needs to wake up
Leaving behind memories
When he woke up to her sonnets
Her soft snoring
Her 'I love yous'
Her touch and careless
Feeling defeated
Depleted
Because he was careless
But he still has to wake up.
Waking Up To Regret
Waking up alone in bed
To a non existent reality
To love long gone
After the love of his life
His living art gone
Waking up to regret
C.05102023
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