Regret

our story in three haiku

By Judey Kalchik Published 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

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Waiting to call her

Can be put off if you're sure

Pain is bearable.

Time, once lost, is gone.

Those words will remain unsaid

Ears won't hear once dead.

Was it worth it, then?

Who learned what in the silence?

I should have called you.

I don't believe she ever saw this confession, pasted below.

Perhaps this would have changed if I could have made myself tell her the last lines:

"I've been afraid to tell you: I miss you. I miss who I thought you were to me. I miss who I thought I was to you."

So now, I will always miss her.

It's my time to find and use my voice.

Poetry, short stories, memories, and a lot of things I think and wish I'd known a long time ago.

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