I see you standing on the levee. Dandelions mirror your gray hair. Deep in thought, you stare at the muddy water. The torrent has weakened into currents of a placated sky. You were scared to live in your youth. Now you are afraid to die. I did this to you. I refused to believe that my time will come. Dream new dreams, fulfill none. I refused to hold on to love. Not all mistakes can be undone. All that time that passed by, was life. And now it’s too late. I left you with regret, with scars, and with solitude. I’m sorry.