As the day winds down and I get a chance to be alone, I sit and start to think. From a slow sputter I start with something small, what I said. Did I need to say that? Did I take it the wrong way? Leaning back I can begin to see all things I think a fool ; me. As my head hangs my mind opens up, it’s too much, too fast as the past erupts. Was that me today? What was I thinking! Did I really say that? No not to her; you disrespectful rat. Despite with what it starts it always ends with what remains. My deepest regrets of those most vain. When I question myself and think of how she could be better off. She says she loves me, that those are silly thoughts. Then it hurts a whole lot.