I walked away wordlessly, giving no reason for the sudden silence from me. She never asked – it’s just the way it was.
I couldn’t tell her why I went away, the words would have hurt her to the core. Sometimes truth hurts more than we would like – that’s just the way it is.
I walk my path alone again, my heart filled only with memory. Someday someone will fill it again – that’s just the way it will be.
I had a moment, that nagging worry that she’s in trouble. That weird connection that still bonds us – that’s the way it always was.
I reached out, and reconnected. She reached back, and we touched momentarily, everything rushing back into my heart – that’s just the way it always is.
I know the cycle has repeated over the years, loosing contact and reconnecting. One of us reaching for the other, never quite complete without the other – that’s just the way it will always be.
———— Writing Notes ———–
More, er, musings caused by a combination of my writing on “Muse”, and a bit of real life. Not quite sure if I like it or not, but heck with it – I posted it anyway
———– Additional Notes ———–
Now looking at this two years after it’s written, I still don’t care for it that much. It’s not horrible but, it’s not particularly good either.