Wet Footsteps

A misstep in rain leaves my sock clinging cold,

a squishy reminder of choices untold.

With each step I take, I feel heaviness grow,

in the dampness that whispers, ‘Oh, how could you know?’

The chill wraps around me like doubt on my skin,

I peel back the layers, where comfort has been.

A slip in the puddle, a dance with regret,

and I wonder how many more troubles I’ll get.