The merry-go-round twirling.
My steed moving.
Revisiting the same time and place
Over and over and over.
Tossing and turning nights.
Slipping into memory.
Things I wish I hadn't done.
Regrets in the lonely dark.
Nothing to be done about it now in the moonlit night.
Little to be done in daylight hours,
Save attempting to make amends.
Why this place again and again?
Is there something left undone?
I've been here before many times.
Photo by Ran Berkovich