i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

it says,

"when you've taken a chance,

and it doesn't quite turn out

the way you thought it would.

is the pang sour?

is there joy in having taken the step?

or regret at having stretched out your hand?"

5 months later.

i can answer the question.

the answer is.

everything.

the pang is everything, everywhere, every person.

and its cruel.