Note: This poem is after the style of Emily Dickinson. Also, Chronos (or Kronos) was the god of time in Greek mythology, not just the password in "The Incredibles." :)
Regret Is A Broken Window
Regret is a broken window
Which once was a sheet of Glass
Stained with fingerprints of dust
And misty Bitterness.
When we were through with words opaque—
The Masquerade of guessing hearts,
A Love Affair of Hide and Seek,
We broke the Mask apart.
And through the shattered pane we saw
Each other true and fair—
Our soul Intentions weak and raw—
The Solved Enigma bare.
The glassy crumbs like drops of blood
Condemned our mindlessness,
For seeing none is seeing all—
For Ignorance is Bliss.
No hand could patch the ruined glass,
No skill could mend the fault—
We’d force the hands of clocks reverse,
But not the Chronos vault.
Now and then we’ll wish helpless,
And claw at Will or Fate—
But none can stop the truthful flow
No healer heals the blow,
For Regret is—
A fragment of a window.