Compunction

Couldn’t help it.

Had to have it.

Wouldn’t think to give it back.

Only felt a slight regret.

Hardly overcome with guilt.

 

It was there for anyone

To come and fill its melting pot

Then scurry off with their reward

Before the door was firmly shut.

 

It was you who was afraid

To break the rules that you had set,

Take a chance that someone else

Could read the patchwork of your quilt.

 

I was firmly on your side,

Ready to defy the hoards,

To overcome the obstacles,

Heal each little nick and cut.

 

Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be.

Suppose we both are better served.

Time will count our history to

Give us both what we deserve.