love lost

"did you ever regret leaving?"

he knew he did, yet he wanted to hear it from his lips

a father longing for his children's love in his old days. he's done some mistakes back in the hey day, and as time's pass, he's seeking faint forgiveness, followed by acceptance.

not so complicated

so he left, at the children's early age, and never return, realizing how lousy he was at this stuff of fatherhood, or probably fatherhood wasn't that much of a thing, he probably just looking for an escape, a new life.

and years after that, after years of flowing life, in the calm ocean that flew in one direction, he regretted it.

he probably regretted it, or probably wished that in a way love remains, that these kids will always be his kids.

and when love is lost, the general notion would build you that fortress of ego. or when you finally break it down, there's that unforgiving notion from whence it came.

to accept the fact that it's gone is to accept the loneliness it brings, the stillness of being in void. but try to get it back, to force your way in is a futile effort that will bring you much pain.

so what if you do regret it, you have no guts to say it. and what if you finally say it, nothing can change the past.

you're a stranger and that's the way it is, but it's not over yet, is it?

we'd still have to inevitably hurt you to show you that what's gone is gone, and that what's lost can not be found.




but if you had the chance to redo all the things, would you take the other way?
you might, but what become of us?