Loving you is hard to regret;
How can I regret
when loving you made me
a better person?

When it felt so good
to lie beside you,
spreading our warmth
onto the cold wet grass?

When it's all that I've ever done right
in years of being wrong?
When you made me write
beautiful poetry?

How can I regret
when writing you letters every night,
calmed the storm in my eyes?

And even if you've shut me out of your life,
as you've identified my name synonymous to "regret",
I'll never regret loving you,
because I still do--
3 years later.