Forever Regretting

Was invited to a show
one week ago
by a man who desired me.
Declined the chance to see this
man in his element
for a man that was my own.
Days later, I was in his bathroom, my
man, changing my hair to blue
because he asked.
This was days before he chose to
leave, though it was beginning
to feel that way already,
on a business trip, a life trip, which
didn't include me.
Me, in love for ten years
with a person that could speak it
one night but forget what love ever
was, the next.
Sex, stress, movements that
triggered my crazy, words that kept
my heart here, all the while.
Foul moment for me that day
and still.
His choice but I sealed our chapter
close by blocking all ways to
reach me. I'll never know if he was
sorry and will soon be able
to not care if he ever was.
Never forgetting, forever regretting
day one.