I do regret.
But I don’t know how far in time I have to go back to find it.
To find the regret, to find the source, to find the roots.
To find what went wrong, to find where we should have stopped.
Where we should have stopped to be able to save something.
To be able to save something that could have lasted forever.
I cannot choose back in time.
But if I could I would choose to be your friend.
© AngelikaJahn 2012