Try as I might,
I can’t seem to get to the point where I say “It’s all right.”

Events of the past, never taken for granted,
Indicated that this would certainly last.

Yet here I stand,
looking over my shoulder at an event that was unplanned.

Thoughts of the woulda, coulda, shoulda swirl in my mind,
Until the reality and fantasy become intertwined.

Each day it continues and I seek some relief,
And yet nothing works as I continue to live with my grief.

You said so many things that I took at face value,
And now I’ve discovered that most of it was untrue.

I was always honest, up-front and more-often-than-not a tad blunt,
never believing that you would pull this kind of a stunt.

And now all that is left is unfinished business,
it causes distress,
when unable to express,
trying to suppress,
this unfinished business.

I share your tear in this same fear,,,
as my last is still not in my, inner past.
HOW,WHY, WHO, WHEN, CRY,,,,just had to fly..
Life was to short for that kind of tort..
Never to be,,yet my future to see..


We've walked the same paths,,and remain to find its end..


thank you for sharing your heart with us in these words here,,,

You bless me with your willingness to share of self, and similar paths. Thank you.