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Nov 2017
The mathematics of life; add laughter to love, subtract hate
and that equals happiness and when it rains look for a rainbow,
and when it is dark look for stars knowing all along that the
best way to get things done is to simply begin while not ever
being afraid of being different but being afraid of being the
same as everyone else because behind every person is a story
and behind every story is a person.

It only takes one person to change your life forever and that
person is you, not a dream, not a fantasy, but only reality
and behind this  woman I  recently encountered is a story and
I still can't decide which came first, the person or the story,
as her story was that I was her first real love and in spite of
her having been married several times and still being married,
I was still her only real love, a love that no man has ever made
her feel and in spite of the many years that have passed her
love for me still lasts and she wants me and this will not pass.

I have not winced nor cried aloud under the bludgeoning of
chance and my head is ****** but unbowed and I go beyond
this place of wrath and tears as the menace of so many years
find me unafraid and I don't try relentlessly to understand for
time itself will decide my joy of this woman's story. a woman
that I have loved for a very long time over the years that have
passed knowing that my joy will come when it is time even
though so many years I have been too long alone under the
sky wondering why.

So I asked her, "do you ever remind yourself to recall us" as I
forget sometimes to leave thoughts of you behind and I am
still here knowing that I have never forgotten you but as I
learned in the Marine Corps, if you have a problem, take it
out before it takes you out and upon realizing from this story
which she is behind that I am nothing more for her but a a
fantasy or a dream so it would seem because her marriage
has no steam and she needs to live a dream.

So all that I can do is be happy and forget what is gone,
appreciate what still remains while looking forward to what's
coming next knowing that sometimes you have to give up
on people, not because you don't care, because I do care, but
because they don't and because they are just living a fantasy
to keep themselves occupied and one that only benefits them
and the less I give a **** the happier I  will be.
                                                             ­                 Jon York 2017
Jon York
Written by
Jon York  Arma, Kansas
(Arma, Kansas)   
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