Regrets

by Ella Jane Michael

what do you do

with your regrets?

do you fold them up?

make loose change 

out of them? 

every thought

bullies its way

into the funeral flowers

that you hung up to dry.

you know nothing.

the past is the past.

you know everything. 

every thought

after the day

you buried your mother

is an unforgiving, weighted cry.

what do you do

with all this unwanted knowledge?

surely the clothes return to the same drawer?

surely the coins in your pocket

are still copper?

~

Ella Jane Michael is from Los Angeles, California. She's loved writing since she learned how, and takes great responsibility with molding words to form stories and poems that are full of heart and hope. Her time is spent learning how to be a better sister, friend, and human being.