He left me with a good peace of mind.

Here we are again, stuck back in the same spot, with the same thoughts wondering what life will look like. I feel so much cultured, at times less alive. Pieces inside died. People by my side fell up up and away. I can be bitter about it or I can savor the goodness of your memory. They all leave me with a little bit more perspective than before. I know everything is temporary. That this night is not forever no matter how much you may want it to be. Look deep into my eyes and never walk away from me. Don't break this heart of mine, do no harm onto me. 

Why?

When everything is to much. When the world seems to be crashing down upon your head. When time keeps slipping away. And the ones you need aren't there. I look and see my reflection. The same reflection I have been looking at for years. The same reflection I have been questioning at every glance. There isn't a day that passes by that I don't feel the pain and sorrow of a thousand words. Of a million I'm sorries. Of a trillion maybe next time. I've been handed the short end of the stick quite a few times. 

This Time.

We sit there and we wonder, why has time suddenly passed us by. When did we stop savoring every moment, seeing all the colors, and tasting all the wonders.  I sit there and question what could be. What if I choose this, or instead say that? What if I loved til no end or stepped back and never let love in? I sit there and I wonder why we are all connected, why we yearn for love and acceptance. One simple touch could make a difference. Three simple words could change the world. Y o u. A r e. W a n t e d. I. l o v e. Y o u. What if we heard these things over and over until our ears bleed, until we screamed mercy. Would we be happy then? Better off perhaps? I can't tell, not until it all ends perhaps. Not until this soul stops wandering this time dimension. 

So it's over.

She touches your heart and then your soul. Turning up the corners of your mouth, sending birds soaring through your soul. She gives you an idea of what love is, of what love could be. But you could never love her, because you know yourself too well. You know your the type that doesn't marry, the type who doesn't want to grow old with someone. You walk away because your not ready  you treat her bad because you don't know how to act. You use her for the night because your body is lonely. She gets it, but she still holds onto hope. That maybe one day she won't be in the wrong place at the wrong time.