“He, afraid that she might falter, eager to see her,
Looked back in love, and she was gone, in a moment.
Was it he, or she, reaching out arms and trying
To hold or to be held, and clasping nothing
But empty air?”
from Orpheus and Eurydice (Ovid)
remorse n. the shit you think about in the shower.
You say something and you can’t take it back.
You say nothing, and you can’t go back and say it.
You accidentally shrink your beloved ________. (sweater, boyfriend, career, friendship, future)
Try stretching it. Wear it too small. Throw it away. Forget about it.
No? Still longing and pining and pitying the fool that is you?
Soap your armpits. Shave.