All That's In Between

...about regret

I realized that the last thing I told my dead uncle was a lie.
A little fib that wouldn't have mattered any other day,
any other minute and still it is the center of all my regrets.
Why?
Maybe because I will never make it up to him, all the chances of compensation are gone.

"We loved him and he knew", my head says.
But my heart hangs all the other little wrongs I have done onto this small breach of truth.
Many droplets make an ocean and this one is drowning me.

I choke on all the untruths, excuses and dismissals I ever gave him
until regret is all I taste.

A.W.