Anatomy of shame and regret

 
She rings me
trying to keep
her composure

I hear her
bottom lip
rumble on
every word,

I explain she
isn't a terrible
human being

trying to search
for something
only she can
understand,

shame arrives
in a bastardised
fashion running
on a special time
we don't seem
to know about

so tonight allow
regret one night
inside your bones,
tomorrow you will
celebrate rising
from it's ashes.