regret

regrettably,

the first word must be the finest;

a promise of what is to come.

regrettably,

you've arrived, unaware that there is no message,

your eyes skimming

--if this far at all--

for the shine of stars on the horizon,

a morsel of life to feed your mind.

regrettably,

you will find nothing here.

just an empty written page.

scribbled heedlessly and meaninglessly

and in the middle of a night not quite

dark enough for my taste--or yours, perhaps.

regrettably,

i am tired.

and the sky is still too light.

and my dry eyes blink in time to the ticking of the

globe, spinning on its axis.

slowly.

regrettably,

you're here too,

wasting your time

on someone else's regrets.