Ditto

A Poem of regret

I could have said those hard-felt words
Or written them back then
I could have repeated what you screamed
Or said them with my pen
I could have questioned
“why you thought me wrong”
Or hummed the line
to our favorite song
Too many things not a one belonged
Between us there must be no wrong
So, hear me clear my love my dear
Who I lovingly call Kiddo
Ditto.

(A poem from the Wolrad collection #129)