ghazal

  • Ghazal to My Regrets

    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 Read more