it feels like,
life
is of 3 three things.
You get hurt,
and they walk away fine.
they get hurt,
and you walk away guilty.
or occasionally,
not common.
and rarely to ever happen,
you both,
walk away forcefully
knowing that you both have torn each other's heart
apart.
knowing that you truly want to be together,
but it's not worth It.
and now you both, are hurting.

wasted time,
whenever I spend an ounce,  
of myself—lesser than a dime,
my time, lesser than a hand count,

of myself with you,
a wasted time indeed,
and these regrets bleed,
lifelessly—out and about,

endlessly, these regrets,
will always lash out unto me,
unto me, they send threats,
my regrets begged to be set free,

Ten years ago today
Jimmy and Sandra
Celebrated their
49th anniversary
They never got a 50th
Eight days later
Jimmy shuffled off
Sandra missed him going by ten minutes
It creases me still.

Cast thy bread upon the waters
And It will be returned ten fold
But what are you supposed to do
With ten soggy loaves?