The End

All around us,
things are coming to an end.
Preparations are being made,
graduation nearly upon us.

Things I wish I had done,
memories and stories
I could have had
now become regrets.

I regret not going to
the first dance,
the last dance.

I regret not opening up
to someone else,
making new friends.

I regret the classes
I did not take,
the ones I did.

I regret making it here
without realizing
that this is the end.

Years from now,
I may regret not
keeping in touch,
ending things as
we did.

For all my regrets,
I still would not
change a thing.

Another poem for my Creative Writing class. This one was supposed to be about regrets.