She lives with regret
| We live with regrets, don't we? In a fleeting moment your cologne wafted by, lingering under my nose. I thought if I turned around, I would see you with your eyes so intense, staring at me with all the love in the world. Your blonde curly hair that always looked disheveled but yet so charming. Oh 'n that smile that was so infectious due to those dimples that confirmed your light heart. I can see your boyish figure leaning against the night post. So full of life, you were.
Even though we were so opposite, we clicked. Myself in my well put together wardrobe, and you in your favorite cardigan. Yes the one you couldn't part with, the very one that I wished you would throw out; the same one I could never part with to this day. How silly am I to hold on to something that was never mine. Our last conversation comes to mind as I look upon another couple in front of me. The laughter and kisses in public with such lightness of the heart. You wanted to marry me, but what was I thinking? A part of me wanted to so badly, but what was expected of me could never have made it work. I should have listened to my heart and not my status.
For a fleeting moment I feel your touch; but the train stops. I shake off this affliction and put my delusional thought back in my heart. I lift my chin trying to stay focused as I meet up with the husband I settled for, long after you left. As he kisses my cheek as though I were a cousin, my heart rushes back to you. I look forward to my next fleeting moment with you my love.