I.

Its not easy living with only
the memory of regret.
Regret itself is more robust, substantial,
more apt to stop me mid laugh,
more apt to encourage naval gazing.


II.

You deserve all that I
have given and more,
so much more that
the give that I gave
looks pale.


III.

If only the sun
which you hold
was enough to drown out
the shadows I cast.


IV.

I climb a hill and at the peak
still more hills to climb.


V.

I go alone to places you’d like to go,
afraid to let you see the destination,
and where I go I sow but never reap,
while you stand alone with your bushel.