Or is it when I look back I see my biggest mistakes.
I know life is all about walking with people who chose to stay.
that is how the symphony of life will play
But those finger prints have still left marks when they had gone over and over my falling hair on my forehead.
It seems they have carved fate lines when they landed.
I look in the mirror and I see those names branded.
I see their faces in my laugh lines which still spread over for others.
I know these things really should not but it bothers.
But when I sit on the beach and gaze the crashing waves checkered
I feel they are asking questions that I left unanswered.
Winds whisper in my ears names that had faded from my memories.
they just existed in my abandoned diaries.
I get numb when I hear someone calling my name in the deafening silence.
It gets noisy and cold in their .
I know I am suppose to be warm and still walk strong.
And then I look back I see some faces still waiting .
I turn around and walk away.
They say this will ease your pain.
And I realize tears of rain pouring on my cheeks again !
