One more piece I just finished the first draft of. I apologize for any typos, spelling errors, or just general editing that might require attention. 

Regret

Better to have loved and lost,
than to have never loved at all.
Isn’t that what they say?

I stood upon the precipice of loving you,
wary of falling, though I knew how splendid
a sensation it would have been.

We had walked so close together, and
I was prepared that when I stepped away,
I would—in doing so—be leaving you.

How regretful I am, that we began that trek.
Had we not, I would still enjoy your company,
your warmth, your wit, your charm.

But that is tainted now, with hurt and loss.
We cannot return, to either state or to either place.
And what a shame it is,

that I lack both the words to tell you what I want to say,
and the wisdom to know what
you would wish to hear.

Naturally.