What I wanted at the time
Cut so short
What a crime

And now I am the paradigm 
Of regret. 

Wondering whether 
the view from now is clarity 
Or pity? the justification charity

Either way, we will wither
Wonder or worry, wild with winter

And you know it's true that chill you bring
No children will ever sing

How could they? 
Your only daughter died.
You must understand, you can't confide
In yourself. 

Older now,
and not so easily wowed.
Left by you and still wondering how
We ended up so unfortunately endowed

 not by belief 
but grief

Either way, we wither.