It's hard to talk about you,
To even utter your name.
It brings back all of my regrets,
Strong enough to make me sink into
The embrace of my bed and wail a song of my sorrows.
Regrets, for not realising
How much I loved you and the chance
I had with you but took for granted.
I just want to cry to you,
And tell you how sorry I am.
But it's much too late now.
