First Regret Poem by Isaak DeMaio

Most people concur:
regrets are the things you
thought of,  but didn't ever do.
 
Regrets are of the past,
an uninvited concept
that should vanish into mist.
Pardon me while I burst.
Flames arise from a bubbling water
that was boiling without the steam.
Gradually sitting still, feeling the heat,
I never wanted you to change,
please stay along for this ride with me.
Jealousies fate, found you along the way,
obstructing my views from something,
a happiness, that I wanted for so long.
 
The future has come forward,
this silence relinquishes control,
you may have forgiven, but you
will never forget the fierce,
ruthless regret that I hold.