Dear Regret,
I'm afraid this letter,
is more or less a "Dear John."
I'm sick of hanging around,
crying buckets over what is gone.
I know you would like me,
to spend hours looking back,
at the things that could have been,
and bemoan the things I lack.
I know you're keen to review,
each and every mistake I made,
me I'd rather walk away from it,
and just call a ***** a *****
I'd rather take on my tomorrows,
not bother to regret my past,
walk into sunshine in the future,
and leave you behind, at last.
(c) 16th November 2010