...a time to rue.

I sniff and think in saddest tears
How we wasted precious years

No whispered confidences sweet
no email trail beneath our feet

Now more time looms before the page
To maybe wipe out all the rage?

To silence each consenting 'yea'
To give to each a quiet, new day

So, in all, it's only grief- it's only pain
We'll try hard not to think of it again