Although this has stung I do not feel regret.
We can’t rewind now anyway
Yet I don’t regret meeting you,
Or any of the times we shared:
I won’t tear up our photos
Nor cut you off,
But I don’t want to be together again.
Our happy memories
Will remain memories,
Plans we made returned to dust.
It wouldn’t feel right:
Under the crook of your arm again,
Laughing as if nothing had changed
Because truly, everything has.