Regret

In dreams of satin
silk thoughts wound
through longing -

desires past
begin to whisper
weeping, at once
was found and now
is lost somewhere
in actions past
that never were -

in thoughts bound
up in nervous hope.

To wander in this
sense - loss
regret
permeating my
sleep in tossing,
turning, lingering
conversations.

In the morning
it seems that
dreams unfolded
revealing contradictions -

thoughts I never
knew were there -
but were.

hearts beating in
desire that never
had a chance to talk.
Your fingers wound
through mine

then let go as
you stepped away
with mourning dawn.

And a tear runs
down my cheek.

© Eleanor Clark
18 March, 2015