Regret

Sometimes the hardest and harshest reality is visiting a friend, knowing your presence may not be welcomed or wanted. Knowing you may have been his only guest every year for the past three years is hard to take in. Knowing the decisions you made has echoed an eternity. No that I miss you and struggle everyday my friend. This poem is about “Regret”.

Not a day goes by that my eyes don’t see

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