I thought of her the other day,
and in my way
I miss her so.
Why did she go?

Could it have been her heart grew tired?
Not inspired?
She’d had enough
and she was off.

Now,  her departure leaves me muddled,
on the shuttle.
We departed
broken hearted.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

“Regret” poem



  1. Shawna

    Oh, gosh. The line about the heart growing tired. I feel that one. Sometimes people don’t go go; they just go curl up in a corner to take a nap. When we do that, all we want is someone to play with our hair while we sleep. And some of us leave first because we know others are always going to leave us eventually. But not you, Walt. You stay, don’t you? The way you take care of your wife is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen (or at least read about). You know it comforts others, watching you comfort her.

    1. I didn’t know that, Shawna, but it’s comforting to know on its own! Curl up and nap sounds good. I am rather tired. But I stay. My heart’s not built for anything else. And not the way I was raised. Thank you for this! It choked me up a bit. You know me by my words. That’s so nice.

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