Going through the cupboards now
of what I've left behind;
the letters in the envelopes.
Thoughts lingering in mind,
I wish I'd done things 'better'
or refrained, indeed, at all;
I wish I'd sent that letter,
not left the writing on the wall.
And oh, I wish I could be proud
of my approach to how things were;
I wish I'd showed and said out loud
how deeply much I care.

Tara McH

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/s-craps-of-paper-ed-repost/