Retrospection

Retrospection, how you ease
yourself beneath the bed's tight sheet
and linger in unwelcome thought
until I let you lecture loud,
the thousand, hopeless, times I failed

How well I know, hindsight is that
which loves to show up late at night
and that it is just what it is,
a sight behind, already dead,
and yet, it tries to live again
in sad and heavy could have beens
and in those, Oh, I wish I had!
It loves to bring regrets to bed.

Do you remember this or that?
Hard words and promises unkept?
Although I know the past is done,
and second chances will not come,
I still hear all the words that might,
have vanquished darkness with a light.
I think of all the things I missed,
when hindsight works the graveyard shift.

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

it's a good thing you came this way tonight...you never once failed being who you are...and the next time that voice shows up, ask it whose shoulders it thinks its riding on...

[Tracie Skarbo]

Those could have beens rage through this heart, like steaming locomotives. Loud and braying in the cold dark nights... The way you have made retrospection your bedfellow is a great addition to your fine works of wisdom.

[cest la vie]

Oh how I have tried to eliminate this word from my vacabulary.. not an easy task..

So well expressed here..