THE REGRET

If my soul could speak of

The last goodbye to you at my funeral, with a heavy heart, 

And, gets even worse, 

With the lost wedding ring, with our names carved on it, 

Your voice that read the last love note, 

The silence in between that stabbed your throat, 

And the last final 'I love you' for the last time, 

In mid of your presence, I lost it, 

How worse is it, 

That I don't even deserve the wedding ring on my finger forever!