I was awake a lot last night,
tossed about from twelve to three,
thinking of something left undone,
just guilty and upset with me.
It would have taken little effort then,
a phone call would have been nice.
A few words of regret. an apology
for my unwelcomed words of advice.
Her reaction, quick words of anger,
seemed excessive in my view.
Embarrassed in front of friends,
I might have misspoken, too.
Too late now, I think, to make amends,
we don’t see each other anymore.
It’s been so long, many years,
It happened in two thousand four.