Dreams, Regrets, and Tears. 

Butterfly,

you’ll likely never see this,

But, I was wrong.

It’s haunted me since,

That I hurt you.

Dreams,

Regrets,

And tears.

Given the chance,

I would go back,

And do it right.

Fear drove me

And sorrow consumed me,

But I still ruined it all.

That’s on me.

I am sorry,

Ziba. 

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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