Like stones in the pocket of your coat,
or a heavy stack of thick books
in your bag-pack
you are taking it everywhere you go.

The guilt.
The regrets.
The painful chances: what could've been; what should've been.

You are carrying some broken promises in your heart
which were not even said.
Some apologies that are due, some clarifications,
a last talk.
But stop!

Forget it. Move on.
You need to allow yourself life, sweetheart.
Throw away the stones. Burn the books. Inhale.
Exhale.
Life gets better like that.