Regret is shadowy
tied inexplicably
to mercurial memory
both unreliable
for who can know
who felt what
and when
or
what could have been
and yet
a surprise encounter
unearths
what was forgotten,
delicious shame
like a potent cheese
unwrapped with ease
floods my nose
and stings my eyes
and for a moment
I reel with unease.
There was a time
I feared the past,
the thoughtless
destruction
in my history,
terrified
to walk the streets
and perchance
confront the damage
I had wrought
but
over years
I've worked
to heal and build
rather than demolish
yet still
from time to time
I glimpse a
Ghost
around the corner.
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