There is one thing that we all live with.
Its buried in our thoughts. Whispers of possibilities cloud our heads because  of it.
That thing is Regret.
We regret one thing or another.
Something we did and/or we something we didn't do.
It haunts us every waking moment, as we greet the day with half of dreams still in our heads.
As we walk down the stairs letting the noise of it play and replay.
Regret is something that will always occur
This is what I regret.

There isn't a day, there isn't a night
When I don't think
of What
I should have said.

Lost in those words
I should have said.
Confronted every time by those words
I should have said.
I want to be yours
I want to be at your side
I think I love you
Can I be yours even if it is for a while


Now, what is it that you Regret.