Sometimes I wish I would.
Wish I could just get over it.
But it’s not going to happen right at this moment.
Her arms tight around my waist.
Cool October wind in my face,
I truly wish the power of her love could eclipse
The overwhelming shame.
She deserves someone better
than me. Someone pure. Worthy.
The shadows bend long toward evening
As the Yamaha quiets to a stutter.
A cloud of regret boils up.
Rains sadness down all around me.
Jealousy squeezed around me.
Too much to dwell myself on, like visions,
always haunting me,
of Michelle and the car accident.