Regret

what i would do to see your face...

to hear your voice,

to call out your name.

i can't say for sure

that i'm okay.

i can't say for sure

that i don't miss you.

i can't keep lying to myself.

i wish i could explain why

i'm devastated that you

no longer text back.

we were never

anything

but

i wish i could explain how much

that i wished

we were.

i wish that

i was brave enough

to say

what i itch to say...

but,

the day

is not today.