All the words you wish you’d said,
but private pain got in the way.
All the times you wish you’d loved,
believing there was another day.
Thinking all this and more
until time walked out the door
and they were gone.
Now, regrets haunt your dreams
in a never ending stream.
It’s too late, it’s done.
The Now is more than a moment,
it’s a garden requiring daily care.
Mind the garden.
©May 2016, Christina Anne Hawthorne