All My Yesterdays – Short Story

I wanted to stop my wife and say ‘I am sorry for everything.’ I moved forward, ran to catch up with her, but was interrupted by hoards of people hastening towards me. To end me. To end this long played game. My inning was finally over. I could never say sorry for all my yesterdays. - a story of regret and how you can not always say sorry for your past...

Painful Memories…

'Painful Memories.' Days pass by With your memories Pressing me. Heart bleeding, baby, It has been years Since Fate has stolen You away from me, But the painful memories Is still alive, Deep down. And I am Afraid, Time can Never take it away. ~~~ © Ada