I regret the kiss not taken
the last phone call not made
the place I was, the person there.
We should have told them
there was nothing to hide.
You were my hero
but you didn't know.
I visit your grave...then I cry cuz I hurt.
So many things I regret,
the time we lost, what might have been.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Summer, I feel your pain. Thank you for being able to express it so well through your poem.