Of all the days past of regret,..

I know that isn’t true.

If infinity would now exist,..

I’d spend that time with you.

Replaying all the steps you took..

To capture that in frame.

And hear you whisper in my ear:

“my friend, you actually came.”

The darkness that uncovered us,..

and locked us in embrace,..

Was me whispering back to you,..

That I am here to stay.

My sheep, my friend, what reason be,
That we would have ever met.

I think my herder knew before
And prevented my regret.