At night before I fall asleep
I think of all the things I wish I hadn't done
I remember them clearly in sharp detail. Some I forget
until I am waiting to sleep
then, when I can't escape they will come
fully formed, locked in me forever, colored in the hues of regret. I whisper
to the dark "please forgive me."

I know that you won't hear, that it won't matter because
that me doesn't know he will travel back through time to that moment
again.