regret

I can’t bear to be alone
trapped in these moments
when the voices call
and the sounds mingle splendid
when these memories will not forgive
the touch of her lips
nor let fall back
on such cold inhibitions
to ease the clutch of these claws
strangling me
with such decisive indecision

no more will the passions swell
and overcome
to wash me from these shores
washed up of their own accord

and neither today, nor all the days after
none may come so sweetly, so enticingly
as her voice
now lost in the tides of a loneliness
I pride myself as my own.