A Sentiment from Ness Creek (unabridged)

Shoulders slump.

Something like love

That's been curled there too long

curdles in the hollow of my chest,

Yearning that a night

long past could be tomorrow

Smolder above

the acidic jump.

This reason stinging sourer than the rest-

like the sweetest note of a sad song...

The greatest sorrow

is to regret a thing done right