Expressing my regret trough poems since alcohol its getting to expensive.
The high curves of your mountains,
watching your silhouette while
the sun goes down.
Trying to implant the last memory
Of those soft petals, that I used to kiss.
Why ? Just why? The valley got dried
If the only thing I did was to pour those buckets,
Of kindness whenever you felt pain.
Over and over again.
Maybe that was my mistake.
Giving you more than
you could take.
That more it’s not
always the best
And the best wasn’t me
Even though I thought it
was meant to be.
I will just leave you to rest .
Such beautiful landscape,
shouldn’t be touch.
© 2021 Heidi Richiez