She Walked Away

<p>Gazing out across these dreary gray waters as </p><p>I feel the bitter aggressive wind in my pale white </p><p>face. I can't help but wonder was it all worth it.</p><p>Watching the waves crash brutally below me as </p><p>I stand alone on the wet damp rocks above.</p><p>I try to imagine my life as if it were somehow different.</p><p>Could I have made better choices a different path?</p><p>Seems so vague now. Seems like decades this </p><p>solitude. So many memories flooding my immortal</p><p>mind... So much time has passed since that dreadful night</p><p>in New Orleans. Truth does hurt sometimes. No regrets </p><p>really for what I did if you could call it regret only for</p><p>what I lost. Love was real seemingly or what I thought</p><p>to be love... This is my tragedy...</p>