Even after 22 years, today’s date still affects me.
The day my first husband died.
Even though I’ve gone on with my life…
with a family of my own…
You are still with me.
And in spirit.
Even after all these years
I’m still filled with regrets and pain
mainly for the way I acted, and treated you.
There are days when I still wished I could go back
and change those things
even just to say I’m sorry
here I am still in mourning and missing you
and regretting how I’ve treated you
and wishing I could take it all back.
Even today, after all these years.