She Walked Away

<p>Gazing out across these dreary gray waters as I feel</p><p> the bitter aggressive wind in my pale white face.</p><p>I can't help but wonder was it all worth it. Watching </p><p>the waves crash brutally below me as I stand alone </p><p>on the wet damp rocks above. I try to imagine my life</p><p> as if it were somehow different. Could I have made </p><p>better choices a different path? Seems so vague now.</p><p>Seems like decades this solitude. So many memories</p><p>flooding my immortal mind...</p><p>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>