Regret

Much time is spent on regret

To relive what one would rather not relive

To repay an obsolete debt you may not owe

with a vanished currency

To remember what would be easier forgotten

To analyze days that are long closed

To retrieve what is lost from time carried away from the wind

Regret isn’t penitence.

It is neither tragic nor heroic

It is neither good nor bad

It is giving undue value to something

That is only

Past.

A theft from today.