Regret
Regret strikes me every moment
Like the three hands of a clock.
It does all day and night,
From dawn to dusk, midday to midnight.
I have started weighing in regret units.
It was 2020 regrets the last time I checked,
Like some year of misery or a teenage tussle.
A desire to right every wrong
Strikes every night just before bed,
Searching for the lost moments,
Like the dream movements of eyes.
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