Regret

I was packing my things yesterday, stuff that I wanted to move permanently and I came across something. Something that, with time, I was forced to forget. I found your fish and porcupine quill. Tucked away, untouched, in a musty corner of my old suitcase. Found it, and all I could do was just sit there holding on to it with just one single thought in my head. Five years. Or was it six? Of all the things that could have been, we could have...

I held it close to me knowing that you did too...somewhere in a life long lost.