Regret

I saw her again last night,
my best friend, my sterling lover,
my life, my hopes, my everything.
At first I thought it a cruel deception,
for, her spirit invades my every thought,
her memory haunts the passages of my soul.
This time she was there, tangible,
no fleeting illusion of a vicious mind,
tugging violently on strings of shattered heart.
She was stunning, a vision of beauty.
Aphrodite would pale in comparison.
I longed to take her in my arms,
feel the warmth of her breath upon my skin,
and taste the ambrosia of her sweet kiss.
Yearning to tell her how I feel,
that I miss her so, how my heart aches,
of how lost I am without her.
Desiring to speak of how much I regret,
all the harsh words, the cold angry glares,
of hurt that could not be undone,
Alas, I knew this could not come to pass.
My need of space, her fear of being alone,
drove her into the arms of another.
I watched her turn and walk slowly away.
The sorrow set in, I shed a silent tear,
and lingered a while in the rain.

Wonderful!