Regret- a poem

 

Regret

I hear a song you loved

think about the time you told me why 

you loved that song

It's too late to talk about it now

Too late for anything

but imaginary conversations

But I try

I talk to you all the time 

but my conversations are mostly

one-sided

I imagine what you might have said

how we might have 

laughed and sang

drank and danced

I just miss the times that should have been

the future we should have had

and wonder if  where you are

you miss me too