By Navila Nahid
As
a postscript,
a rider,
an afterthought,
I am barely
found
in the before.
I am just
a shade
in the back
of your mind.
In the now,
I epitomize,
“out of sight,
out of mind”
until you realize
what you could have done
what you should have done,
to change
a regret.
By then,
the time to choose
slips away
and your mind
must
sip slow,
the taste
of my bitter
after.
Navila Nahid is a writer and a published poet, currently residing in Brooklyn, New York. Her published words can be found in Spillwords Press, The Spectre Review Literary Magazine, Unlimited Literature Magazine and Beyond Words Literary Magazine. Follow her on instagram @seasalt.rose
