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Color of Regret
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2008 Poetry
Blue was the color of our love
with just an intimation of yellow,
giving it a green hue.
Perhaps it was my staid personality
that caused me to treat
our relationship so clandestine.
Now that you are gone
I still smell the sweet lilac
in the fabric of my heart,
though the ache
that hangs over it
like an atrium of red
lingers on.
To this day I keep potpourri
around the house,
in my own temperate way
to keep you in the recesses of my mind.
If I had it to do over again
I would declare my love
in all shades of life;
instead I live
in sorrow and regret
for not doing so
when the opportunity prevailed.
Author's Notes/Comments:
nice. its not you typical love lost poem. theres no mention of pain or anguish but there is still the hint of... well regret. im sorry for your loss, but this poem is beautiful. as im sure she was.
luscien
this is very beautiful and heartfelt..