When My Heart Was Full

I wonder. What didn’t I do that I should have, and what did I do wrong? You know, the errors of omission and commission. No, not all of them. But the few that remain on my mind, that I ruminate about. And what would I do differently if I could? I seem to be most troubled by the errors of omission, especially things I should have said, or said more clearly. To have made my inner most feelings unambiguous. To change those moments when my heart was full, but I was strangely mute.