Day 13 ~ Beyond My Control

I regret

I stole your heart

As children steal a secret sweet

Or pluck an apple as they pass

It was not in my control

I regret

A look, a word

I saw you fall

I did nothing then to aid you

It was not in my control

I regret

I watched your sad attempts to woo

Accepted kisses

Never turned you quite away

It was not in my control

I regret

I let you think

That I might love you

In return for loving so

Now I regret

Freeing you from my control

(inspired by Le Liaisons Dangereuses)

Sycamores

Under southern summer stars
she dreams at night
of northern winds
sighing in the sycamore,
whispering of kisses.
The rain on rooftops
hisses.

A shadow falls across her bed
and fills her head with tender words,
unheard again,
unspoken yet,
until the morning comes.