Is it better to love, than never loved at all?

I can't remember a time

Where I wanted something more,

Someone more than this.

One last kiss

Now playing over

And over on my skin,

Never to be felt again.

Our weekend, a final embrace.

Our brief adventure, ended.

As I sit in my car

Fingers ready to turn

The key and drive away

I can't help but think,

This was always a mistake.