You . . .

You are my sunrise.  You are my moonlight and everything between.  You are the air I breathe.  My first thought each day and the last before I fall asleep.  You are my dream . . . my reality.  You are the ying to my yang.  You complete my sentenses . . . my thoughts as I complete yours.  You are my beginning with no ending

Words...Words...Words

Words are my life as is music.  Each leave their impact.  Slightly different impacts...perhaps.  Words once they journey from the vocal cords to the tongue to be spat out...they can never be taken back.   Especially the words of anger.  Words of hate.  They hang in the air.  Reverberate until they echo with resounding reminder of what those words meant when uttered.

Take them back!  Take them back!  sigh...I cannot...I cannot

Words.  Impact.  Regret.