Memories of the past, am I blinded by the tint of a Rose?

I have been to many places, places I liked, places to which I can never again return... Places I called my home, Places where I was always warm and there was the one who had eyes for me... And now I find myself here, loveless. My cares and wants barely audible over the low pitched moan of my remorse, my heart now used as a gallows bell.
And so shall I sink into the deep sea of regret my life has now become? Shall I go quietly into the darkness? as society should will of someone like me.
Frightening, amazing, depressing how one summer can hold such a fall from grace, everything to nothing. Every anchor I had, cut in two. Now I drift, feigning life.