This regret of mine, oh this regret,
words not said, feelings not felt.
I try to be the best that I can be,
my effort laid to waste by this trip.
I wish I could slip to retrace time.
I was alive, in the moment, but empty now.
You filled me, but all I am now is hollow;
a hole where my heart was, in this time apart.
Regrets persist, I know I must, let go.
But to lose this feeling, this sadness, is to lose you.
To choose you or do I choose me?

By Adetiloye, Maybelle, Emmanuel Johnson