Regret

Once a mistake
Twice intent
A pawn on the chess board
The black runs
Run away
Sunday afternoon
That word mistake resonates
Impulse
A decade of knowing
A poem
Everything gained in a weekend
A few hours lost
Lost.
 
Free me of the clutches
Free myself
A catch 22
And the black continues to run.
And you run
Run.
 
Feel and feelings
I think they’re the same
Disagree
Supportive paws on a keyboard
A Sunday afternoon
But not alone.