“Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda” a poem

» Posted on Jul 6, 2013 | 0 comments

I sit here and I think of all the things we would have done

The day-to-day, the special days, the days we just have fun

But now you’re gone and I find I am mourning not just you

But also all the things that we had ever planned to do

 

And then there are the things we could have done while you were here

I think of time I wasted when I could have kept you near

If only I had known, I could eliminate regret

Instead I lived my life as if time didn’t pose a threat

 

I’m haunted most by thoughts of all the things I should have done

It breaks my heart to know I didn’t do a single one

And even though you never would have asked these things of me

If I could do it over, I’d do some things differently

 

By all these I am tormented—these thoughts infect my grief

If I could just forgive myself I know I’d find relief

And then the work of grieving could begin to heal my heart

Sans shoulda, coulda, wouldas grief is pure, my work can start

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