This week Trifecta gave us five words to use as a suffix to our usual 33. Five little words, yet they pack a punch! Some of you may recognize this one. I regret nothing.
Black ash, choking clouds, tears.
Pain ripping me to quivering shreds.
You begged me to hold on.
I said I was sorry.
Stricken, you promised to tell him what I did today.
That wasn’t what I meant.