Regrets
by
Margaret Marr
Breeze blowing cool on my face
a thousand thoughts in my head.
Will he stay?
Will he go?
Sun shining warm on my shoulders
a thousand regrets run through my mind.
I want him to stay
I don't want him to go.
Clear blue sky hurts my eyes
wish I could join the birds flying free and high.
Should I stay?
Should I go?