Did I make the most of loving you?
The words, in a song, stop me cold
Hot tea, mid sip
I remember this summer
Humidity rising
Iced tea on the balcony
Your smile was so pained
You knew what I didn’t
You knew then what I’m going through now
I will always regret not kissing you in August
And in June I’d said it’d be the summer of no regrets
Now it’s the kind of cold that makes
My exposed skin hurt
So I bundle up tighter
Close my eyes to the wind that gives them tears
And on my eyelids, I see this past summer
But it still hurts because I’m looking back
Not forward
Never forward
I can’t.
So many things were left unsaid.