The Sun Goes Down On My Days

My writings are merely shadows of my regrets The taste of sadness, of thoughts left unsaid Touches not felt - Tears that dried, leaving salty traces The feeling of emptiness in my hands, my arms Walking slowly through my memories... I long for the moment to come when I can reach up and touch the sky I long for one last, unending kiss I wish I could say "no regrets" as I muse all alone Now- in a deep shade of purple the flowers fall asleep... as the sun goes down on my days __________________________________________