Regret

Yesterday,

A person who is cherished

asked me a question to make me feel perished.

I answered without thinking

which made her forget blinking.

She then again asked a question

that would bring me much pain,

I then answered,

"Are there any questions that remain?"

The next day,

She asked me for what reason

was I standing alone in the rain.

I answered,

“It was to forget yesterday's pain.”

Poem by MAL