I realize there is no going back,
Even if I tried
What I replay most in my mind
Will always be stained with regret
All of the times when I should have stayed
The television blaring with repetition
Mumbles beneath your breath, filling me with aggravation
My own anxieties hostage in another space,
Trapped in the hands of a stranger
I am endlessly filled with sorrow for not being wiser
For not turning off my phone
For willfully ignoring my surroundings
For the way my chest tightens
When I think about all I’ve lost
That it was all for nothing, and I can’t go back