Remorse

Dedicated to my old love, Parr.

How did I miss this?

A love such pure and subtle.

Untold, unstated masterpiece.

I reckon "Parr" is the title.

It's what we called asymptote,

the value we grew closer to

but never quite effectuate.

Like the undefined functions do.

Paradox as it move to x axis.

Seems identical to infinity,

like point that was never notice.

Undeniable, same as reality.

It is Henry David Thoreau advised:

"To regret deeply is to live afresh"

There's not a need to revise

I'm more than happy as I refresh

I'll give you buoyant hug and kisses

Your memoirs are saved, my treasure.

You, to be safe, is all I wishes.

Apologies if we don't have closure.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems.

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Good morning,
I read your poem and enjoyed your words.
And, I see you want to be friends but since I have no reviews from you which to me means you have not read my sonnets or poems I am wondering why you want to be friends?
I have quite a variety. After reading yours I think you might like Hand In Hand or Miles Apart..
Lisa, now in Spain