When reflection looks back upon memory,

I see you quietly thinking.

Gone now you have been for ...

well, I've lost count.

You know how it is ... important thoughts occur to us

when we least expect them,

such as happened last night ...

"I'm learning to live without you ..."

and I realize I've been here before.

It shouldn't be so difficult, right?

And on some days, it's not, but

there are moments when it is and

I regret my many mistakes.

I don't know why I stopped singing Eliyahu Ha Navi to you ...

I only know I wish I hadn't.

Words of regret ... there are just so many of them.

Dare I say any more?

In the way of things, complacency precedes regret,

and it is precisely when that has occurred

that one realizes how irreversible is the irreparable.