regret

The Invitation

I received my parchment today

An invitation from you.

It said you’re getting married

Something we never got around to

I was surprised I was invited

I didn’t know we were ‘there’ yet

It’s either your bride is just that kind.

Or frankly, I’m not really a threat

It will take a lot of swallowing

To keep my pride down

But I want to see you at your best

And your bride in her gown.

And I will allow my tears to fall

So that when you look, you will know

Etched on my face is pure regret

For ever letting you go.

A book in hand

As we share coffee In bed

Or your head

Rested on my chest

Oh the things

That could’ve been

Toes in the sand

Boating in rafts

Or walking cobbled paths

Mats on the grass

As we picnic in the park

The places we could

Have seen
My love, my dear

I’m always here

I’m sorry, I’m yours

The words we could

Have said

Are just all in my head