Day: Mar 14, 2023

I don’t quite believe that remorse exists,

At least not like the greatest poets describe it.

I did what I had to and survived this mess,

No need to iron it out or somehow hide it.

The pain to come will be just a reminder,

The months that pass will form a faint scar.

I collect the sharp words in a thick binder.

I hope you forget me, then I wish on a star.

-Jackie