It is hard to declare that somethings that mattered to me for what seems like forever doesn't matter any more. But it has to be declared or I will circle back around.
My throat closes up. Everything blurs. My tears bathe my cheeks warm and comforting. I've still got it. I've cried a river. Mark that off. I'm almost afraid of the time when I won't cry. What will I feel then? Indifference?
I wasn't the one. It didn't work. Thank you and goodbye.
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