For Kate

Destiny is as cruel foretold as it handing you the morrow.
Instances are, true, short lived yet so long felt.
For a choice leaves one and carries you from it, astray;
Until unalterable it is when you seek the undoing.

They say to brave a choice is living life in virtue.
Though I say life is not without the least regret.
So now I have no grasp in which to keep you except:
To let it forever be, that my regret is you.