What I Regret the Most
The thing about having Ex’s
is that you dream about each one
at times to relieve the pain
At times just for fun
Sometimes you miss their beauty
Sometimes you miss their laugh
But mostly miss their presence
wishing they were still there
You don’t forget their faces
And you don’t forget that stare
The silent unasked question
The “Why?” that isn’t there
You regret the separation
Sometimes with deep despair
You miss their little duties
That often showed they cared
Then you taste depression
That takes you God knows where
If you haven't recovered yet
Keep looking for that repair
Regret shows it’s ugly face
When you cannot be there
And arms they seem so empty
When once they could show care
Having regretted the moments
Yet rejoicing that you cared
You ask the Lord to bless them
With a silent prayer
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