in the early morning hours
when the house is soundly sleeping
and the stars are brightly shining
in the heavens overhead
with the only sounds my heartbeat
and the blood in my veins coursing
and the whispers of remembering
and the torrent of my tears
then there is no way to soften
all the blows that have been taken
and there is no way to mitigate
these memories of mine
so I lie awake in wondering
rehashing and remembering
reviling and relinquishing
regrets to borrowed time