Not a Greek tragedy, or an epic tale of woe,
but something sad enough.
A heart rends. The sounds of ripping.
Like grief. An emotional arrhythmia. Quivering. Of regret.
Gnashing of teeth. The word haunts. Maybe for a lifetime.
Moving on… Not exactly.
Time continues, and regret
lingers. Memory wears down the heart. Playing like an old film reel.
But never finishing. No closure. No great finale.
Like a long unwind.
That does not