When all is said and done,

will I regret never taking a chance;

or will I resent you in my past?

It’ll be one of the two.

No, with you, it might just

be both; and

you’ll never know it.

If you’re the setting sun,

will you leave me here so quietly;

or will I never show you the way out?

You could fall just beneath the horizon.

knowing that I would fall

for you; try

not to show it.