Regret

Regret,

a bitter

ache to bear . . .

 

once starlight

languished

in your hair . . .

 

a shining there

as brief

as rare.

 

Regret . . .

a pain

I chose to bear . . .

 

unleash

the torrent

of your hair . . .

 

and show me

once again,

how rare.