These Stains...

Walking familiar streets, tainted with fingerprints and memories
Thoughts stroll through the mind, what kind of emotions do I find?
The finest dust previously covered these emotions up,
Walking familiar streets, breezes blowing dust free.
How and where do I put these emotions within me?
Haunted, regretting, walking these streets is upsetting.
Like fingerprints on glass, smudges on life, these brutal truths taunt me,
No amount of scrubbing will remove these stains.
How much longer until freedom and peace I can attain?
Wearing manacles and chains, how much more torture can I sustain?
Living daily, waking and sleeping in pain.
The simple joys of life, blemished by memory.
Good and bad, happy and sad, joyous, miserable
Into one vortex it all swirls.
This is the price to pay for loving and losing a girl.
Driving now past personal landmarks, just another block was my remark
As we walked this same street
Feels like yesterday, walking in summers heat
Mere yards away from these places, we were happy and sad, many different faces.
As we walked, briskly, down sunset towards the whiskey.
Forever in my mind it will stay, a great night with two regrets,
I'm sorry it wasn't perfect, I'm sorry I made you upset...