The tears have begun to fall, finally. Only a few but I know the rest will be along.
A large serving of foolisness with a drizzle of 'How could I be so wrong' ,
is giving me indigestion of the spirit.......
Some of us aren't meant to dream.
When pride and self respect pack their bags and leave home,
I'm not fast enough to outrun this misjudgment.
This epic tresspass.
'CAUTION' tape hangs across the door ,the windows shuttered.
Someday, the memory will splinter and I won't stagger under thoughts of you.
I will be able to breathe again.
Abandon the fool's dream.
Imprison fantasies on the pages of books where they can do no harm.
This is the last time.
It will never happen again.