in ever-watching hindsight
do you think that I could
would I have listened
to the music, to all
you never said
so loud, it
was, in
quiet
ears

would I have spoken
asked, instead of taken
what I didn’t even want
or to be, might have
been too hard for
a little woman
with blonde
hair and
a blue
soul

I ask only because it
now is too late, and
I cannot change
anything, let
alone all, and
since I have no
use for regrets, at
this time in my young
life, I will not think at all
about this, soon, except to
endlessly remember all I saw
and all I loved, on my last night.