Blown Away

 
Swish.
A shifted stare,
I breathe an inaudible gasp.
Swish.
Brown thread, white thread;
What is this lump in my throat?
Swish, swish.
A silence almost morose,
You walk past so morbidly.
Wish.
"I held back!" I piffle,
smothered by my own triumph.
Wish.
And with abrupt longing, I trudge
on the outskirts of Regret.