Regret spreads its tender tentacles
It brushes against my skin
First in the guise of nostalgia
Then it winds itself around my veins
And tightens its grip
Roads not taken
Words unsaid
Unanswered letters
Distant lands
Flying kisses
All that could have been
I go down on my knees
And lap up the spilled milk
The few drops that wet my tongue
Taste of dirt, dust and the Earth
Regret
I wallow in this wasted emotion
Tonight I let it drag me down
I drown in its depths
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