Regret

If regret had a face, it would be a little boy.

A beautiful and smart one unable to smile, made of stone.

If regret was a thing, it would be an expensive car.

Desired by most men, with no wheels to match.

If regret was a picture, it would be a peaceful lake.

Full of vegetation and fish, now desiccated and deserted.

If regret was a sound, it would be the sweetest melody.

Played by a deaf young artist in a small dark room.

If regret was a food, it would be a wine.

Old and priceless broken by an accident, never tasted. 

If regret was a color, it would be grey.

Jealous that will never become black or white.

If regret was a flower, it would be an orchid.

A rare one growing on a secret mountain, burnt by a fire.

If regret had a voice, it would be ours.

Singing our favorite song unable to be heard, under the sea.