Dear Opportunity

 

Dear opportunity, I can’t believe I missed you. I can’t believe what my life would have been with you.

Dear idea, I regret not trying you.

Dear money, I am dying for losing you. I haven’t gotten your amount back since I did.

Darling ex lover, I don’t know. I had felt it was too good to be true.

Now I am seated in this couch, tears running down my face for what I didn’t make out time to have. 

Wondering and saying I shouldn’t have. 

I shouldn’t have let go.

I shouldn’t have quitted.

 I shouldn’t have.

I am torn.

Wondering “what ifs”, but I probably should let bygones be bygones because I can’t buy a gun.

I guess all that’s lost is gone.

To God be the glory,

That’s enough.