She Walked Away

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