There they were,
All pious as pious could get,
Not willing to admit to any regret,
Or to let anyone pin on them any real wrongdoing,
At least not without saying that the coming and throughing of such made them what they are today,
That they could weigh the value of such things.
They could not know the weight that I bore! Regret the size of which they’d not known before! Regret that would never, ever, ever, let me settle the score!
Their point of view demanded, that all paths got them to where they had landed,
And well, that was all well and good,
But until you walked through the door,
I never really,