I went too far, didn't I? The words I addressed to you,
the gestures, the looks, all exaggerated, unbalanced. Oh,
how unbalanced I got. It all slipped out of my hands,
as I climbed a sealed, hallucinated staircase in the dark. Oh,
what did I do? All the fault of the impulse, the impulse,
the matrix and guilt of my action.
I followed my heart, and look where it led me.
How much regret stirs the waters of this sea. Oh,
what else could I have done? I lost everything, but it was meant to be,
And for you, yes, for you I would do it again. Isolated from love, oh,
but what else could I have done? Every alternative
Was named betrayal.
Betrayal, at least: I avoided you.
What I am entitled to is a different kind of regret.