No Regrets
Her pen's shorthand
impersonated the imprints in her palm
which were created before the conclusion
that the creases couldn't make the world perfect.
Remorse that these crows feet calculated
was carefully composed cursive
and they didn't care one way or the other
that the end of this page could complete her life.
Her wrinkles found her forgetting
that some second chances are a little too late
and that any similarities with her ancient agendas
would be less compelling in comparison.
This would be the last unsent letter
to all of her unrequited admirers
from the oldest idol of immaturity
that advanced years adored in atonement.
These remnants remembered in her youth
were quietly relinquished without words
for she was far too ashamed for apologies.
She only simply and sincerely signed,
No regrets.
- July 22, 2014. -
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