Yesterday, Today, Forever

                                                                                  “ YESTERDAY, TODAY, and  FOREVER “

I am overwhelmed today. The loss I feel is great. You see, I tried in desperation to get back what was leaving my grasp.  It was futile anyway; but out of love, I tried to hold on so hard. I sat on the bench in the park for an hour. The flowers I held were pretty. In the end, they found a good home. I saw a woman with her children and walked up an gave them to her. I explained that the woman they were for did not show up and I was a fool. As I walked away, I tried desperately not to hear the snickers, from those who thought my actions were both odd and stupid. Perhaps they were but I did not care. My thoughts were those of a hopeless romantic. Someone who had just lost a woman he loved so dearly. Although I thought my presense had meant something; it was upon a lonely bench it all unraveled. Years of want and hope. Years of desire,only to wane away like the rest of time.

I was not alone there, you see. Beside me sat countless men and women, hoping for one last chance, one last word; one last way to get the one they love see that despite their shortcoming, their heart was true. It is so sad. But I had to write these words today. Because unless I do not let it out somehow; I will be demonized by it all. Sure the pain will remain; the sunsets when I close my eyes will be there; arm in arm, yet still alone. When I see two lovers hold hands and smile, I will think, why wasn’t it us? When all the useless things each day pass and my mind will not stop thinking of her; I will wish that it was not so. Like all of us. Indeed there are times that a relationship needs to end. But finally, when it is over, because of something stupid, or unsaid, or even said. To walk away is so devastating. The one left behind wondering, what if, all the time. Why wouldn’t they see you? Your broken heart now spilled on the ground like a mirror in an accident. Despite the best efforts to pick up the pieces, there will always be some left behind. Tires of new lovers will crush the glass, as they go on to new destinations. A wanderer may pick a piece up and save it. But the shards left by the curb will be you and I. Or what’s left of us.