Regrets

Another Spring and I still keep stumbling over past decisions. I keep drinking the same bitter rancid liquid full of memories. My heart continues to relive the past like a merry go round. My eyes like a CD keeps on playing pictures of her angel face Walking along the sea shore with stinking seaweeds the sea has vomited and wishing I could vomit the pent up festering sores from my memories. Empty pockets where keys to her flat jingled now only lint can be found. Sun beating down on me as if to remind me not to linger too long. My bare feet with sand between my toes remind me of walks with her. Why oh why do my ears still hear her laughter after such a long time. Her soft voice was like tiny bells and her eyes used to twinkle like stars. Perhaps I should call and ask for forgiveness for my indiscretions The other women meant nothing to me it was just one of those things that happened while I was drunk. I should call her and explain again. Perhaps now she will take me back. Maybe if I got on my knees and cry she will feel sorry for me