Don't bother with regret.
I wanted it, back in that time.
But how I wish I'd taken photos,
While you had been mine.
I can't really remember,
But I know when you held me
I'd felt so safe; so loved.
I couldn't feel the world hurt me.
I took a punt on the wrong one.
Dear God, what a mistake!
You helped me more than I can say.
Wrong choice! Wow! And did I make!?
If I could have one hour with you,
Sorry just ain't enough.
How much I wish I'd listened,
When you offered me your love.
I can't regret decisions made.
But how I wish I'd seen
the type of love we could have had;
the couple we'd have been.
He took away my choice. He took
My dignity and pride.
I trusted him wholeheartedly.
He took me for a ride.
But all that time, you waited,
Then you finally moved on.
I don't even have photographs,
And you're forever gone.
My personal view is that, getting to the end of our lives without regret, is all but impossible. The trick is to have as few as is practically possible and to be able to say 'at least I gave it a go' - even if it doesn't work out.