Regret.
Regret that I didn’t do more.
Regret that I cannot change it.
Regret for having loved her,
Regret I opened the door,
Regret she walked right through it
Without even a nod of her head.
I wish she was here,
I wish she was home
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Regret. Regret that I didn’t do more. Regret that I cannot change it. Regret for having loved her, Regret I opened the door, Regret she walked right through it Without even a nod of her head. I wish she was here, I wish she was home