I’ll never regret this—
loving you—
I used to say.
I won’t regret it because
I’ll have learned.
You’ll have taught me
whether you become the shape
in my bed
or the shadow flirting
with the edges of my mind
or the name
my lips can’t remember
at this time next year.
I will have grown—
I will have learned.

I will not regret.

Even so

if I had the lesson
to learn over again
I would have chosen an instructor
with better
Credentials.