Among Regret

Dear dreaming head. I loved him most
When he was still asleep.
 
Poor tongue. I loved him best
When he gave up and laughed instead.
 
Tender hand. I loved him most
When his touches lost their aim.
 
Sweet memory of when I loved him,
Gardenia breath and wine.
 
Poor glass. To shatter on the floor,
When loving hands have dropped it.
 
Poor heart. To do the same.