He was sad on that day
that laid between
his past and present.
Each day he searched
with lingering remorse.
The seasons
remained empty
his universe so small.
Eden so lonely.
His only escape
was backwards
in his mind…..
But she was not there.
copyright Es-tee Miller
“I wanted to tell her everything, maybe if I’d been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I’d be there with you now instead of here. Maybe… if I’d said, ‘I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,’ maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn’t do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there.” …..Jonathan Safran
itsallintheviewwithestee 
Good Morning from The Big Apple Estee! This is a lovely poem. What I would tell this person is we all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it’s like chasing clouds. Most of us have a lot of storms that have gathered. Regards to you my dear. Jack Millans
Thanks Jack… always a pleasure to hear from you!