the pier
I’m letting go of all my regrets
One by one dropping them
Into the infinite stillness
Of a lake i find much more green than blue
plop plop plop
The ripples form concentric circles
Rings rolling across the stagnation
Of the water
They sink to the bottom
Out of sight
Out of mind
Out of heart
I have so much more road to walk
Too much more road to walk
To be held down by these stones
Painted in colors that don’t belong to me
Anymore.