And of my stupidity. I lost you before I even had you.

My own stupid, selfish ignorant, naïve doing—
and one that I can’t undo.
I have lost you and I never had you.

What could’ve been is gone. What should’ve been, I will never know.

I have regrets. And I find that I am sorry.
My feelings are not the same, nonetheless—
I regret what they could’ve been.

I am a fool, going someplace to weep, for you are forever lost to me.

The fragrant flower of my life,
That shall never bloom, never glisten,
And never grow into something more.