Regret

He stops to gaze across the field,

A soft laugh echoing in his mind.

Tall grass whispers and tickles the wrist,

He thinks of her and begins to unwind.

Dear God, I wish I could go back in time,

He thinks day after day.

He could have shared a lifetime,

But he let her go away.

A woman is like a thorned garden rose,

She needs to feel the sun.

But forget to water and block the light,

She will prick you and be done.

Eyes wandered, hands lingered,

Promises made but always stalling.

She trusted, she opened, she fell,

And he let her keep falling.

Now she comes to haunt him in the night,

With all the sweet things she would say.

To see her walk this field, in evening light,

He'd give anything for just one day.