regret on a poetry thursday.

following the theme
of an unfinished conversation
here is my contribution...



when i said- its like
i'm living in my parent's house
all over again...
i wish i would have
clarified
defined
rationalized
that what i meant
was not
what i had just
said.

what i had just
said
sounded like
regret,
like distaste,
like bitter upset
at what you provided
for
my childhood,
at what you
offered
as a life.

what i meant
was
yes...
it is a house
of renovation
but full of
foundation...
of trial and error,
discussion and disagreement,
of sweet deep kisses
stolen between
sheets of drywall.

what i meant
was not
what i had just
said.