Poem 268

In answer to your plaintive question, young me of twenty-one, I’m still not sure what my ultimate life regrets might be but I doubt they’ll be anything along these lines …

( nice flow here … elegantly simple rhythm and rhyme … )

The Lost Ones

All the girls I never had
are coming back to haunt me
the ones I could the ones who would
the ones that didn't want me

some who I knew very well
others I failed to meet
a thousand flashing faces
passed upon the street

I'm seeing those eyes I saw
hearts and tongues I missed
legs that wrap around me
in a phantom midnight kiss

don't say as I lie dying
the regrets that bite most deep
will be these fleeting fugitives
never touched in my sleep