I put out my dead cigarette,
And suddenly inhale her fragrance, her scent,
It brings back memories of mistakes, broken promises,
Like a half read book of time badly spent.

Her forlorn cries masked as innocence,
Play back in my nostalgic mind,
The tears streaming down her rosy cheeks,
Remind me of the truth I must find.

The truth she had hidden in the locket of her heart,
Of which she forgot to mention I hadn't the key,
Yet still my work was continuous for her love,
That another woman had claimed before me.

I feel my spine shudder violently,
As these are moments I'd rather forget,
The half read book of mistakes, broken promises, badly spent time,
Remind me of you, my only regret.