The regrets who used to attend me
Stayed for many years – good natured
And gentlemanly when off duty
I’d see them strolling arm and arm
On their regular days off; we’d nod
Or exchange a few words. I never asked
What they did when not holding my heart
In red-hot tongs or making me relive
Days I wanted to forget but they have
One by one grown old or moved on
So I make do with itinerant regrets –
Enthusiastic but without manners or training;
Ask them for references and they laugh.
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