Poetry

Breakfast with Regret

Regret slips in quietly
sometime around 3 a.m.
He curls up in your favourite chair,
pulls a blanket over himself
and waits.
When you wake up
there he is
dozing in your living room.
And no matter how silently
you go about your morning ritual,
he will wake up,
he will invite himself to breakfast
and stay much longer.


This piece was published in the 2011 edition of Ballyhoo, an annual arts publication of The King’s University College.

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