Overthinking

 As the hours of the night tick away,

Still awake, in my bed, I lay

Thinking about the things I've said,

Words spiralling around my head.

I said "hi", was that enough?

Or was that, perhaps, a bit too much?

I hear a cricket chirp in the night 

And the cricket seemed to say I was right.

And here I am, reimagining things 

How would they have been, if I'd said something else?

And should I have said more or less?

The sour taste of regret coats my mouth,

As I regret just a "hi", not more not less.

And I lay, awake still, but stiller, 

With a dissatisfied pout.