Regret.

Nibbles away at the tiny corners of the conscious mind.

Preoccupying ones thoughts with remorse and somewhat desire.

Remorse over what is done
and what is to be done.

A desire
to do it again.

Regret.

Not a feeling rather a trait.
Its characteristic
embodied within the human

Its here, and its here to stay.

I carried my burden
Sat at your doorstep

Contemplated a thousand excuses
to not turn to you
to walk away

You opened the door
finding me at your knees
scratches and broken bones

I sank in to your arms
The burden lifted

You are there
Even when I am not here