I reread my poetry
then, when the things
that broke me did not;
not till I lost
the one I would call
when things went wrong.

I reread myself
and it is clear
I have missed
having her ear;
having her here
or anywhere.

I reread regret
but I do not dare
rewrite what
I did not do,
what I did not say,
what was never enough
to change that day.

written on 03/07/2016 by: Matt Kane