You ask in a drunken call
I didn't hear regret
Just curiosity.
I don't remember
The question
Being asked,
Or anyone saying no.
Why didn't we
Ever steal a kiss
When we had
Too much to drink.
Why didn't we
Run naked into the sea
Just you and me
Against the world.
Why didn't we
Fall laughing into bed
And get to know each other
In an entirely different way.
Do we have unfinished business,
you and I ?
Or did the opportunity
Simply pass by.
And in hindsight
Is it simply that
The memory of maybe
Is sweeter than regret
[So this one has been in progress for a while, and recent things in my life have meant I haven't had the time to work on it. But the gap has also helped me rethink it slightly so I'm hoping it works in it's current form. It is based on a number of different events and conversations, some of which did involve me, and others I simply observed]
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