Sitting, a bit distracted
my thoughts have my attention
watching them in neutral, deepening my breath
on a softened exhale
“What do you regret?”, whispered my thoughts
Breathe…
“I’ve always thought my regrets were few”, whispered my ego, knocking around inside my head
“yet, here they are, suddenly bubbling up to the surface like a red and white fishing bobber,” whispered my gut.
“a calm still lake, a thought gently bobbing up and down
beautiful humor in its stripped color on a foggy, contrasted morning”, whispered my soul
“Love letters”, whispered my heart, with a high five to my soul. “Yes! love letters are our regret” (looking down at my chest, giggling to myself. “Is that a French accent I hear from my heart!?”, lol)
“I regret destroying love letters and sweet alluring texts that I’ve received from my past lovers, husbands, and friends, I feel this to be true”, whispered my heart
Men that I have truly loved and still do
Men that have never meant to hurt me, that have loved me as deeply as I have loved them.
Friends to this day, and forever lovers of my heart
One of whom gave me children, the most treasured of gifts
Letters, messages, and sincerest of sweet dreams by hand or text with a smile and love that I didn’t see
Long insightful, telling, and vulnerable emails
How dare I forget
all gone, poof! in a desperate attempt to ease the hurt, the loss, and rejection of it all
Some of these lovers are growing old with me even from afar, in their own worlds, with their lives and wives
mutual respect for the choices and lives we live
A “once upon a time” lover that checks in like a warm summer breeze, a sweet accent filled with interest. care, advice, and fanfare
A “wayfarer” lover that calls just to ease my morning, to comfort me, to hear about my dreams
A “sweetheart” lover from the distant past, loving me from afar- reminding me of the beauty of innocent love. untouched, unscared, genuine, as an unopened rose
“a warm smile each of you gives me tonight”, whispered my soul
scattered worldwide these beautiful men
this is truly a prideful fact with a sly grin, ego and all
“thank you for loving me for so many years” whispered my heart
“Each of us, you and I, our lives intertwined,
kind and genuine, filled with light
often shadowed, lovely and dark
funny and sad, sweetly broken, seemly lost
yet, right where we belong”, whispered my soul
Thru soulful eyes 