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Regret
is like a wound
that aches when the weather is right.
It healed as much as it could,
and now you carry it.
It itches, sometimes it throbs,
it reminds you that you are not as you were.
That what you are is a scar.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.