Words from Inside My Head

Years later, I can see how the thing that was us would work,     
but then, I doubted, promised, took the ring, but didn’t work.  

When you’re very young, the results are predictable,   
you try hard, but with no support,  winging it, doesn’t work.  

Looking back, a pattern emerges, and one mistake leads  
to another, tangled on a long string, a piece of work.  

If only our past mistakes could be unraveled like yarn,
we would spend all of our time untangling what did not work.

Let go of what might have been, Annie, release your regrets, 
and live with those here now, opening to today’s love work.

Ghazal poem (not my favorite type)