A Regret

She lies there, 
in the dark, 
cold and lonely,
the feeling of regret, 
in the pit of her stomach.
She can't speak.
She can't move.
All she can do
is replay what just happened, 
in her mind, 
over and over again.
She feels nothing,
but the overpowering regret,
as she starts to cry.
Tears stream down her face.
She remembers.


It's cold.
You're not there.
You've gone and left her, 
all alone.
Abandoned.
She knows you won't come back.
Naked.
Cold.
Alone.
She knows it shouldn't be this way.
She knows it should have meant something.
She knows you're a liar.
She trembles.


She remembers,
your words.
Oh - how stupid she was to believe them.
She remembers,
your hands.
Rough and passionless, 
as you touched her -
touched her in places, 
she didn't really want to be touched.
She cries.


She realizes,
it's all her fault,
for believing you cared, 
for believing it could mean something.
Meaningless, is what it was.
Guilt and regret, is all she feels.
She remembers.
She trembles.
She cries.


Now,
it's nothing.
Nothing but,
a regret.