Tuesday, August 30, 2005

regret

faltering, my heart begins to slow
i see the arch of your back,
the curls of your hair,
the steady receding of each step.
and i wonder all over again
the merit of all that
i fought over with you.

2 comments:

Emem said...

I love reading poetry because it makes me think. I liked this poem of yours about regret because I can relate it to myself in a way and I may interpret it a different way than the way you interpret it, which is why i love poetry. There are many interpretations varying from one person to the next.

cargwaps said...

hi em! yup! that's why poetry is so beautiful. it breathes and takes on its own meaning. thank you for visiting! ^___^