There's a pill that's bitter to swallow
It comes in a familiar shape —regret,
A longing for desires
Unfulfilled, forgotten and buried
With the passage of time.
My story is made of this bitter pill
Tempted I was by enticing tales
Like a fish to a baited hook
I thought the worse
Of my young love
I replay memories of every word
Every whisper spewed in secret
From the talebearer's sweet lips
That dripped with honey,
Saying, "He's not for you."
Though young, I knew it was love
At the sight of him, my heart raced
My lips trembled at his nearness
I was undone by his touch
He was my love, and I, his
Until I listened to the whispers
Of the talebearer about my love
Believing the truth is revealed,
I call an end to our beautiful bond
Despite his heartbreaking entreaties.
Time did not heal this wound
The talebearer's lies are uncovered
I've erred!
My frail heart is shattered and unhealed
I'm left with regrets
I ponder the past,
Of moments that could have been,
If I'd nudged aside hearsay and gossip
And listened to my heart
And embraced my love
Like a weight on my chest
A continual ache
Begging to be soothed
I immersed myself in pain and regret
Of a young love won and lost
Time did not heal this wound
Like recurring sea waves, I muse
Does he think of me,
Or am I a faded memory
A chapter closed and forgotten?