Again

photo by Sarah Wilson

And here I go again, tears falling over him.
I thought I was over it; and I am, to a point.
Now the pain is like an old broken bone:
one that's healed well, but every so often,
it stabs me, ever so briefly - a single flash
to remind me of the misstep I made not so long ago.
No regrets, but I won't trip again.
Few regrets, but I'll never forget the fall.