Regret lies in the same bed with love

When time pulls the covers over

Years and ages of love and lovers

All the warmth, affection, and tears

All the coldness, loneliness, and fears

Mixed into the same creases and folds

Memories become meshed into one

Dreams become dream-

dreamt of too much as of late

Too late to make realities

From memories meshed into regrets-

Reminiscence’s sole companion

Upon tonight’s brow- I recall

The numerous kisses she hath worn

Adorned by memory-seducing scents

This bed, this night, this touch

Of loneliness-

Regret lies in the same bed with love

And- when she’s gone-

Time having pulled the covers over

The same creases and folds- change

Into a death shroud upon past dreams

Become nightmares in a grave

Entombed in reminiscent solitude

Regret squeezes memory                      (of- love)         

Closed-casket-loneliness.