Regret

It's a hunger when I am already full.
A haunting of my heart and mind.
A splintering cold slips in through the window I have closed
So many times.

When will you call and claim what's yours?

You said you would. You said
It wouldn't be long
Before I could breathe on my own.
Before I could warm my cold
Lungs with the warm breath of honesty.

But that's what hurts the most--
The icy chill of the truth--
It's the wind that breaks the fragile glass,
When all it ever does is watch for spring.