Regret is the young girl who sits in the snow & stares at her hands. They are bluer than shadows in snow. They are bloodless as fear. Her fingernail moons are white. She wants to crawl into the palm of her own hand. She wants extra fingers to cover the shame of her eyes. She wants to follow her lifeline where it leads but it plunges deeper than the Grand Canyon. She stands on the edge still hoping she can fly.