I recall, everything I have ruined

I recall, everything I have ruined,
Everything-this could not be anything but a mere memory,
I could not think of anything but his
Fingers holding a brown cigarette,
I would stop writing the fragments of nothing, I should
Stop, there’s always something to read, to enjoy, something that ensures
The time is enough without adding my words, without my any quotations or thinking,
There’s enough sentiment and
Always too much,
Too excessive