A Regret Poem by John Sensele

For a while we played great
Till to my surprise
I realized you envied the prize

You promised was mine
Cos for a while we felt fine
Till my soul told me to beware
Of the traitor tunic you wear

Behind the back you promised to protect
Mo matter how many secrets your prying eyes detect
In cupboards where they sleep
Rising to your your rescue when you weep

Tears I thought genuine
Pouring eyes of a win
Snatched from the love I gave you
Although I'm now the last soul in your conundrum queue.