Remorse Poem by Martin Greyford

Letting someone go
Slipping of the hand
Like a cup is really heartbreaking.

Even if you didn't care
But watching her go
Is something you can't watch.

At times,
A wicked mother
Grieves at the death of his hated son.

Those intimate moments
You spent together on a cruise
At night full of candle lights,

That picnic you went to
On a sunny day
And a cool bath in the river

Will haunt you down.
Can't really forget
The warmness of her lips

The sweetness of her words
And the comfort of her love
Will make you cry alone at night.