Memory and Forgetting

(Dedicated to a Monsieur Le Coq)

You stand here, solemn, silent, by my side,
  Whispering softly of a time gone by;
The waves of could'ves flow in with the tide,
  The wind murmuring should'ves with a sigh

Somewhere in time, unknowing, unheeding, uncaring,
  it was I who jumped ship, making instead,
a choice of warmth temporary, more comforting then
  than this, the narrow river of reason you tread.

Your lines were sharper, your principles ever
  more principled in a singular face.
Mistaken, was I, that they our thread would sever,
  while forgetting all those decisions misplaced.

Dear Sir, upon this road I can't return,
  Were that I had taken yours, old friend, and that
In your company I could partake, than this
  ghost's. Sir, could it be that I you regret?