when promises come, and float away, like dandelion fluff in the
breeze
when your eyes turn inward to find out why, you ever even tried to
believe.
when you remember the time and the place that you felt your heart
break,
and swallowed the lump in your throat.
that is where you try to prepare, for the beginning of the end.
all the while, this foolish, childish heart yearns for the strength to
keep hoping, keep trying,
keep treading further down this dead end road.
Funny, or maybe not… that I laugh and tell others, “run, Forrest
run!”
but have not the will to run for myself.
I feel the hot tear on my cheek, as yet another page turns toward the
ending of this love story.
“When will you learn”… the words of well-meaning friends, has been
asked of me all my life.
When it comes to affairs of the heart……. NEVER, seems to be my
constant answer.
If the choice must be made to not love, or to feel passion, love and
loss.
I have already chosen.
as another tear slips slowly from my eye. I resolve to ask brain to
make heart sit the next step out.
heart, go sit quietly with your memories, and try not to ache as we
pull us up, and prepare to look at the day with blinders off.
This will hurt a bit.