Echoing Screams of Regret

I heard your screams in the dead of night,

not screams of pain,

nor screams of agony,

but screams of regret.

I followed the sound of with a deep regard,

with curiosity and anxiety.

I was led to the kitchen,

your screams how they echoed,

my screams echoing just as loud.

Why were we fighting?

Was this the point of no return?

Is this where I had lost not only me but you as well?

Your screams of regret,

how could I not hear them?

Your silent crying eyes,

how could they bound the room with such a noise that it was impossible to ignore?

My loneliness,

how could you fill the whole house but still have room for abandoned hope?