Short regret

The rivers that stream
the stars that lit
the darkness that kept
this drum at rest.

The skies that switched
from dusk to dawn
the flowers that grew
from underneath cold grounds.

You are the dreams,
the free falling in bed,
you are all these;
a heart I kept fed.

With avulsion in silence,
breathless you wed
the rivers that stream
towards a dried watershed.

For the words I have said
for when I haven’t spoken
for now I regret
we’re lovers in different beds.