The Breath of Regret

I could live up to promises
or I could only pretend to,
either way there will be regrets
as I lay atop white sheets
and take my final breath.
I could seek out a priest,
but I’m not so sure he wouldn’t crawl into bed with me
if I asked him to.
I keep looking for answers in black and white
but have only found muted circles
of orgies and virginity
clouded into one.
Surely fate will have its way with me
as I dream of silver linings
instead of gray, dull regret
on the day I rest my muddled head
and let out my final breath.