Disappointment leaves a bad taste in your mouth.
A loss will make you grieve.
A bad sense of humor, will get you pity at best.
But regret? Well, it just won’t leave.
That you could have been there and done that.
That something could have been yours.
Had you made the right call,
You could have had it all.
A friend who would still be around,
Had it not been for your choice of words.
Fine memories, unsullied,
A miasma of actions absurd.
But then, we are the mistakes that we make.
Or rather, we make the mistakes that we become.
So next time regret comes your way,
Just fashion it into a poem.