Regrets

your name on my phone-
against my better judgment
I answer the call
–
labor day-
the first taste
of pumpkin spice

the final door closed
all the words you wouldn’t hear
and now never will
–
sudden frost-
orange blossoms
wither and brown

All this cheap bourbon
Can’t help me forget the blood
I just can’t wash off

Memories of you
Follow closely, taunting me
With what might have been