THE LITTLE SPARROW

Poem by Nolo Segundo

Should we praise

The chanteuse who sang

"I regret nothing"?

Was she a saint

Or a sociopath?

Did she forget

The peccadilloes,

The slights,

The insults and

Harsh words

We are so prone to?

I regret so much,

So very, very much-

The chanced shaking

Of another's heart,

The deafness to her tears,

The blindness to her lamentations.

Too much a coward to love,

I would run-run away,

Jumping an ocean to flee

What was between her and me.

Now, aging, I most regret

I cannot make amends

To those lost loves.

I cannot say,

'I am sorry, I was weak,

In fear of your love.

Forgive me.