A Forgotten Rose In The Rain

A Forgotten Rose in the Rain

To one whom I love, and any others who may gain understanding from these words,

I ask of you one question, perhaps more pertinent to our lives than any other...
What is sadder than a life lived in solitude?

You remind me of a night I once knew. I would lay awake for hours just listening to the song in the wind. I held on to false hope that one day I'd wake up and gaze longingly into your eyes, deep and beautiful as the midnight sky. I rejoiced in your every subtlety. Your voice to me was the chorus of angels, your smile, a ray of sunshine still unbroken through the clouds. That night in the dark was so serene, so peaceful I hardly dared breath for fear that It would vanish like a wisp of smoke. But it was so real.

I Could never have given you a flower. What is a thorn to the perfect rose? I wished with all that I am I could have clung to your sweet embrace, falling asleep in your arms every night until the last breath was stolen from me.

You were so beautiful, and so full of life that you rekindled my heart and set ablaze my soul. I fell in love with you. A love so pure and true I knew that it could have moved mountains, and nothing could have destroyed it.

But in the end, bearing affection for you was tantamount to listening to a tragic lover's story. Every nuance so captivating, every line, deeper and more meaningful than the last, but ultimately, heart breaking. It destroyed me more surely than any weapon ever could. A love scorned is a heart tainted and a future lost.

I implore you, more earnestly than I ever have before, to reconsider the choice you have made for yourself, and answer not me, but yourself this question again...
What is sadder than a life lived in solitude?
Perhaps dear one, it is a life Dedicated to solidarity.
One afraid to love, admit to human frailty, or to take comfort and place trust in another lonely soul.

This is not an accusation of ill will, nor a profession of love, you've heard it all before, and we've both grown since. It is a warning.

A warning to not try and weather life on your own. A hope that you won't forever close your heart to others in your life who may, and do love you. A shoulder to lean on and a brother who loves you always, and through all things.

Albert N. Tackie