the chase.

You were a conker I didn't have to climb for,
one that I stomped on prematurely,
shattering your spikey and strong exterior,
one I regret taking and wish I had left.

You were a  book I purchased from a charity shop,
one that I didn't pay much attention,
a first edition I didn't really appreciate,
one I regret refunding and would like to re-read.

You were an injured hermit crab whose shell I stole,
one that I disregarded and further damaged,
taking the only thing you ever owned,
one I regret stealing and wish to return.

result ; regret.