When Last We Touched

You lived for the moment.  Keep on writing.

This says a lot about your capacity to care that you give teenage judgment errors a second thought. The only people I know who have no regrets from those know-it-all years are those who never outgrew them. This poem expresses a feeling so many of us have felt—that realization that an action has hurt another and the sorrow felt in that knowledge. Very well expressed! 🥰

When I saw the topic of regret, I had trouble deciding which one to write about:) Your kind comment meant a lot to me. Thank you for reading and sharing your thought.

Regret is hard. Especially when it happens when we are younger. We have the rest of our lives to live with it.
That's a long time. I really felt this and your remorse.
Acknowledgement matters and we learn from it. Hard as it is.

Thank you for your kind and wise comment. Means a lot to me to realize others can identify with these feelings of regret.

This is beautiful and reminds me of past regrets. But, I suppose there are still pleasures to be found in remorse:)

Yes. This precious one that haunts me with regret also brings pleasures in my remembering.

Yes, as Sinatra sang, "Regrets? I've had a few." Thanks for reminding us of our humanity. Hugs and peace,, (O)