Imaginary Walk of Regret

My hands won't stop shaking
As the crisp air whisks by,
Dealing with this is heartbreaking,

Thoughts that will never be again is painstaking,
Each step deals another furious blow,
My hands won't stop shaking,

My head held low
Thinking about all the good times gone,
Dealing with this is heartbreaking,

Staring at the ground as it passes below,
Ducking each branch as if it were a punch,
My hands won't stop shaking,

This walk was our special passion, but now gone forever,
I turn around never to pass here again,
Dealing with this is heartbreaking,

My eyes open to reality,
Although I look upon life with new-born eyes
My hands won't stop shaking,
Dealing with this is heartbreaking