Probably Grief
Now, nearing my own nadir I reflect on
All things never said and seldom done
I have come around to the emptiness
That eats my heart
I have to define it, know it, and name what
This feeling is
Because it is not longing, or lust, or want
It does not spring from an absence of love
It is not surety, or the shame it brings
Or hurt, or regret, honestly
And it is not care for what others think
I lost touch with remorse in the 7th grade
What I feel, I think, is probably grief
That there is no such thing as a happy ending
No such thing as second chances
No cavalry coming from just beyond the hills