Regretful

Once upon a time I misbehaved.
I hurt no one but I betrayed a trust.
My bad went undiscovered – no one raved
or even scowled – there was not a bust
or whimper – every consequence was waived.
But rue began to eat my gut like rust.
Imagining how terrible I’d feel
uncovered, I reformed without reveal.

(Ottava Rima)

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