The past is furious at me.
It swarms in my head in colonies of what could have been.
I can't keep looking at them.
If only I had met her. A regret.
Then I'd be so happy,
A perfect, perfect life.
It wouldn't have gone that way though, or at least I have no way of knowing.
She would have a sister.
I would lose my mom.
He wouldn't have stayed.
I'd just be alone.
But I guess I would have her.
But that's not fair.
And I'd be looking at this life the same way.
Grass is always greener after all.
If only I let her go. A regret.















