"I hold regret in my heart
for the moments I could've made
into something bigger, deeper,
More beautiful,
My heart pumps longing into my body.
I carry apologies in my mouth;
My tongue is swollen with things
I should've said to the people I've loved;
Who are now all too far in either body or heart to reach.
And my mind -
The space behind my eyes
Is a gallery of lost chances,
My dreams have all become exhibitions
Of things I've failed to achieve.
I feel the years weighing down on my body;
I look in mirrors and find only ghosts.
What kind of peace can there be,
For a soul like mine?"