I mourn for the road not taken
I weep for things that pass me by
Regret fills me when I think of wasted time
that could have been better spent.

I regret doing and not doing all the same
Mistakes are made, only myself to blame

I fear rejection and what comes before
the broken courage and a closed door:
an awkward moment
A hesitant question

I bow my head as I always do.
A nod of acknowledgement
I already knew the outcome
it never changes.