HINDSIGHT

I never asked for him.

He

    just 

       walked 

          into 

             my 

                 life

Casually

Made a mess

Then left.

If we’d never met

I would not have this regret 

Knowing that night I should have left

But I clung to your bed

With my head

On your chest.

I can still feel your arms,

Even now.

Concetta Culora