Thoughts of regret come
Again to surround my mind.
Heavy sighs aflow.
I don’t know why it is, but it just about never fails that whenever I’m washing the dishes, it’s that moment when thoughts of regret start comin’ back to my mind like an unstoppable black-and-white movie reel. I’m reminded of the many times when I had messed up, when I had argued fiercely with someone, when I should have made a different decision than the one I had taken, and so on.
So as I’m soapin’ up those dishes and rinsing ’em off one by one, I can’t help but sigh to myself over and over again.