Denise Day Spencer

August 30, 2007


Filed under: poetry — denisedayspencer @ 7:01 pm

It was a small thing he asked of me,

a thing that would have cost so little.

But small things are easily forgotten,


set neatly aside for another day.

For there will always be another day —

until there isn’t.

So now I carry one, tiny regret

like a millstone dangling from my heart.


1 Comment »

  1. I have tears in my eyes. How I wish I only had one of those dangling regrets!

    Comment by Laurie — October 15, 2007 @ 8:35 am | Reply

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