The heart breaks every so often at the sound of closing doors. The unstaying (or even the uncoming) drives its point that maybe it isnβt an option to settle. One wonders why yet again love, in essence, is not enough to bar lifeβs egress? Itβs a classic tale of hurting, really, where there are no heroes or heroines, only adversaries, these hearts despairing, accustomed to vacationing affections that leave after the seasonβs end.
091615 *for c.d.
Because I have said goodbye so many times before to friends, to family members, to people I love