"Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien" for Edith

Oui, I regret little
not the intentional cruelties,
they were intentional,
not the vicious acts
it was not an act,
not the malice aforethought
I thought about it,
none of the excesses, abuses, indulgences,
I did them
had them
loved them
suffered them

I regret the unintentional,
the faux pas,
the inconsiderations,
the utterly ruthless,
if unintentional,
act of not truly seeing another.
These things I truly regret.

And yet
non, je ne regrette rien,
I need not write at all
my life is a poem.