Knock Knock

Dear you,

Do you remember

When you held me close

When you failed to love

And I crept in

You named me

r e g r e t

I miss you

Where have you been

I keep knocking

You won’t let me in

I’d say I’m sorry

For driving you mad

And for that time

I introduced you to depression

Then dread and sinking sand

It would help

If you let me in

It would help

If you cared to process me

Ripe from within

Just don’t make me angry

Again

Or else I will find a way

In

And I will make you

My lion’s den

Love,

Your Regret

Goodie

I miss the good ole days

I miss my skates and scooter

I miss the haze of kiddish grace

How life would hold me sooner

I miss the good ole days

I miss my rhythms and spin

I miss the ways of wide eyed awe

How it all would turn me within

I miss the good ole days

I miss my playlists and mind

I miss the song of honey dew melon

How love would stop to say hi, bye