Knots of did nots 

by ale

I regret –

not letting my hands fall into the crevices of your palms when you held them up against mine

not opening up or bearing myself freely to your companionship by speaking in, unconsciously containing vulnerability

not telling my story but letting you search and piece together fragments from a persona dull of colour

not allowing you to know that I cared, earlier than to have let time slip between us

until our friendship bundled into a fumble of misthoughts and selfish knots that only you and I,

will never understand,

never dare to free our doubts from.