Tomorrow

 

Tomorrow

always sounds

so seductive

full of potential

and promise.

 

But tomorrow

I may be gone

you may be gone

someone

will be gone.

 

Tomorrow

will be the day

you regret

what you didn’t do

today.

.

.

© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Written a year ago. Always true.

Art by William Oxer

 

No time for regret

I am not a man who wastes time on regret

The corrosion of ‘could have’, ‘would have’, ‘should have’ will eat into you if you allow it.

The rueing of chances not taken, opportunities not grasped, possibilities not followed will wear you down.

It will ruin your nights as you relive key moments, review decisions, reconsider actions, replay situations over and over again.

It will grey your days with shadows of other paths, other routes, other plans, other lives you might have led.

It will make you doubt your judgement, question your instincts, be uncertain of your decisions.

It will leave a bitter taste in your mouth that will taint the shiny fruits of tomorrow.

It will linger like a ghost, always at the edge of your vision, making you think, imagine, wonder if … just if…

I am not a man who wastes time on regret.

But I wish it could have been different

With you

.

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Copyright the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Art by Jack Vettriano