Adieu

And yet we both feel relieved. I can't help but feel lost. And these days, that feeling for me is rare. Still, I walk away enjoying the times. The lost nature is a recurring one that resurfaces only when my heart finds itself compelled to disengage from my mind. Where thoughts and wants become a myriad of incomplete ideology.

It wasn't supposed to end that way. The picturesque conclusion to the love story never told, the serene meeting place, the trees, the calming sight of sky blue. Instead, words and letters wrote out what we thought, a clarity for us that disallowed attachment and the infiltration of emotion into our already confused and twisted assumptions. Nonetheless, what was said, was said and needed to be.

And again, the recovery starts. To await another dissection. From him again? Perhaps. From another? Let's just take some time. Time. It's all about timing.

dx.