A possible goodbye...

I need to be unafraid of a world in which you do not exist, because, as we know, this will most likely not last. However, even knowing the reality of the situation—and I am not a forlorn fool—the fear of losing even one crumb of this thing we have built is enough to make my head ache. The thought of you, and where you are, and more specifically, where I am not, makes everything in my mind fly madly, and feel all mixed up. In fact, I want nothing more than for you to tell me that I, we, and this, will make it through the impending storm . . . but you will not . . . because, in your being, as much as you want to tell me to reach out my hand, you know there is no workable way. You will wash me away like dirt from a window. I will protest, arguing that there is a work around, and a way through this roadblock, but you will see something entirely ugly. The problem for me though is that I hold so few in my heart, that the pain is going to be real, palatable, and sickening. My blood will go to a quiet place, followed closely by my words. When you are gone, I will think of a million things I should have said to make you remember me as you ride off into the great bright sunset of your life. Just once before you disappear, I want to feel you hold me like you will never let go....

One day I will ask you to meet me, someplace we have been, talked, or dreamed about. It will be a place where we remember each other in the best of light. You may, or may not show, but I will be there, alone, with no regrets.

Inspired by a random mix of songs.