On regret

So here's the thing: I got wasted last Friday night
and threw up in my best friend's kitchen
Oh! It was a mess, and they were so kind
about it, I hid my face in my hands

Am I ashamed, or am I shameful?
Am I disgusted, or am I disgusting?
Am I wretched, or am I a wretch?
Am I foolish, or am I a fool?

None of these matter, because I regret
and I never want to regret anything, canım
but I can't take this back, I can only try
to make this right: And I am amazed

you aren't angry, you aren't upset at all
my making such a mess at your place
here's a heartfelt mea culpa for cleaning up after me
a gift of chocolates and gratitude, because

I am grateful, and you are gratifying
I am thankful, and you are thanked
I am hopeful, and you are hoped about
I am loving, and you are loved.

(November 2019)