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
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