Endless Screams For Rejuvenation

Tick, tock, tick, tock...time slipping away as I lay in bed. Reflecting my past one year of quiet desperation for comfort of the soul. Back and forth, analyzing, judging. I am my own self critic.

A post mortem of actions, reactions, thinking and decisions taken. None of it should be regret. Flashes of memories re-enact. What should been done or spoken better? What should better not said or do? Whatever it is, I have lost you. A reality that has been accepted. I just want to know what really happened in the rigor mortis of our separation..

It is not sudden, that is for sure. A slow decaying incident that is not noticed by me (maybe I'm too blind, and you know what they say, love is blind!).

You're just slipping away slowly from me. Something happened and I know it's not me (because if it was me, you must have told me).

I came to a conclusion that this was a game played on me. A funny game. Well, life is funny I guess.

All said and done, I just don't want that past to be my mirror for the future, I wish. I can't turn back time and change things, that's for sure. But I can start now, if I want to, and make a brand new end. A better end hopely.

Where are you now? Can we start brand new? Hahaha...hopeless me...sigh!