Regret I Poem by Frank Avon

Regret is the street I live on
(Parisians call it Rue) :

regret is the house I dwell in,
its floor, its walls, its roof;

regret is the robe I wear,
regret is my belt and boot;

regret is the bread I eat,
my meat and wine and fruit;

regret is the air I breathe,
all I dream and the work I do;

regret is the moon above me,
I am shadowed in its light;

regret is the soil at my feet,
its sturdiness I can't defy;

regret is the water I bathe in,
I sink beneath its tide;

regret is the fire that warms me,
its flames flash high and higher;

Regret is a goddess who knows me,
she emboldens me with her eyes.

I could not be myself without regret;
it won't abandon me even when I die.

Forgive my sins, I pray, and grieve;
I believe, I say, help my unbelief.

No, I shall not forget,
nor apologize as yet,
that I regret,
for all that I

regret.