Tag Archives: Lessons

011 – Rearview Mirror

She is the whisper
Of the fading sunset
That finds me
When I least expect it

When silence is audible
And my mind is wondering aimlessly

He is the ghost
That haunts me at the midnight hour
When I have outlasted everyone
Having had one swallow too much

When the darkness
is broken
By soft light and sad music

We pick up regrets
Like found tarnished red pennies
And save them in a recycled jar
Letting them gather over time
So that when we have enough
We can do something with them

The wealth of memories
Even the hard ones
Must be spent eventually
The question begs
How we choose to do so

This is when you learn
Is it truly regret
Do you buy a cheap rope
To hang yourself yet again
Or is it a lesson
And you pay for a ticket to somewhere
A place that brings the next great adventure
And wonderful misstep

Robert Rivera
23 August 2017