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 

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by anne p murray/ 2013