Past Regrets Poem by Douglas McClarty

I made and shot the arrow
it did not kill
It just maimed a broken heart for life
it was double sided
Two hearts were broken
in a single shot
The hunter is now haunted
by his reckless aim
As the victim he once loved
is left with pain
Regret cannot be reversed
the shot was made
The price for a thoughtless
act must be paid
When their eyes meet
they both reflect the pain
I made and shot the arrow
I now live with the shame.