Late Regret Poem

Once upon a time I was guilty of a crime,
which made me not sleep tight for so many nights.
The bedbugs of regret, yes, they did bite.
I never paid for it, and nobody ever knew I did it,
except for the one I made to cry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my darling.
I will be forever sorry for the pain I caused to you.
I can hardly believe I hurt you,
the purest thing I ever touched.
The one I love the most.
The one I lost.


(Júlio B.)