Regret
by Angie Brennan
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The murky woodland of regret looms before me; I hide my face.
Yet I travel on.
The candle drips. The shadows flicker and dance in the dying light.
The delights of life are held before me. I tremble at the possibilities offered and
still unexplored. The pain is in choosing—in eliminating.
Only one! Why must it be so? O, for a hundred, a thousand lives—yet still it
would not be enough! But choose I must.
The white chocolate amaretto cheesecake.
For a moment my doubts are engulfed in anticipation. And yet, and yet…
O, Key Lime Pie! O, fresh fruit in a light caramel syrup garnished with finely
chopped hazelnuts! How shall I say no by saying yes to another?
An empty plate. Swirling thoughts of what might have been.
The cheesecake was only so-so.
The shadows grow more ominous, fed by the feeble light of the candle. A fork
is like a fallen tree.
A tree in the murky woodland of regret.
And yet I travel on.
©2006
