Still Sitting Here

I used to write all the time. I used to pour my heart out and then some more and at night I’d wonder who was reading and fill my head with regret. Regrets keep swimming up around my feet, following me like shadows in my dreams, haunting me in the shower at 7am. I keep dreaming of airports and missed connections. I keep dreaming about what it was like …. before we left, before we tried, before our best was really just our worst.