A Regret

My mind’s eye ...
so preoccupied
picturing
how You looked
before You left
this morning.

I’m sure You were a vision.

Alas ... I did not turn to look.

My regret turns sour—
more so as ev’ry hour
passes
away from You.

I swear
I shall never
blind these eyes,
nor sever,
their focus
away from You ...

... again.