Though on the surface splashes only briny wave;
there is one regret,
stirring darkly in the deepest corner of a cave.
.
Though I pull my eyes from the oily fear I find;
there is yet something,
scratching saline places hidden well and left behind.
.
If I might switch and dive my life to swim again;
on that returning tide,
I would void my lungs to wipe away one dreadful stain.
aplaceforpoetry 
hard to let it go and yet it helps make us who we are, no?
Yes, but how many consequences of an act are as yet unknown?
True. But there lies the ” letting go” ? Regrets can eat at you
You had me at the title, thanks for sharing this, Julia.
Late on parade as usual, but I did like this. I don’t have many regrets but there are one or two. Generally about wishing I’d thought of myself rather than others
Oh yeah, it’s your old mate NRM, but I’m logged into another account
I saw your pic and came running from the back of my cave. Cuppa tea?
I don’t suppose the kettle’s still on is it?
😉
always
and does what goes around come around?