Pas de Regrets?

[AngelaMichelle]

you suffer no regret
because you harbour
no loss
you mysteriously drew
all you conclusions
and tucked the matter
neatly away
no long suffering notice
just a brush passing
of hands
against one another
signaling finality
as sterile as a surgeon
severing heart stings
there proved no
difficulty in
moving through
the vestige of vapors
pass the past in
logically precision
your best effort
exerted
your earnest intentions
as a saviour exalted
exhausted
and now all can be
laid to rest
your conclusions
drawn in
the secretive silence
that has always been
your way
no room for regret
in shadows that your
heart knows to be
the mechanics of love
and loss
surrounded by self imposed
boundary
pomp and circumstance
crying alone out of
machismo's necessity
drawing lines in
the sand
of emotional propriety
dictating how far
it should reasonably
go
how could you regret
self righteous sacrifice
slapping back the hand
that reached
ignoring the heart
that beat
mocking the tears of
the momentarily weak

lovers
can be casually
interchanged
for love is a concept
adjustable to fit
all sizes
slipped over the
objects of affection
like covers for sofas
hiding the stains
of previous
escapades as if
they never were
but friends...
those who wind
their way into
you heart
against all odds
in spite of
disagreement
and folly
are irreplaceable

my regret is not
for what once was
those moments when
deities were
constructed and called
for
when we were more
together
than we could ever be
apart
for those painful lessons
i had to learn
the self i lost in
you
my regret is not
for the changes
and tranformations
trading breakdowns for
breakthroughs
feeling love true
at the end of a
hangman's noose
and realizing the end
came without
compromise
or concord
just the
defeated concession
to a cold withdrawal
my regret is not
for feeling against my
will
or even being
discarded with such
callous irrevocability
all of that
yes all of that
was a much destiny
as the kisses
the laughter
and love making
of all that
regret is
far fetched
had it not happened
then
i'd not be where i am
now

but...

had i known in those
moments
the trade would
be estrangement
that there could never
be a return
of the connection
from which all was
borne
i'd rather not have
known such
bittersweetness
rather not have been
part of the waking
dream
would have been
fine with
fantasy of what
could be
wondering
through lines of
poetry
because honestly
what meant more
to me
was the part
before the plunge
the truth before
the dare
the story
between the lines
when we
were
friends

et la perte de ces
est mon
regret

how could i not

4/2009/7 - Writing Rhyme and Reason - M. Michelle