An unfinished conversation

And so, I wait because you have already left and my work here, is done.
I wait and wonder how my skin feels like it’s made of love letters
written a hundred years too soon (too late).
I wonder at the mystery of life and how much of it can possibly remain.
I wonder at pain and hurt and love and time and how much of each I held.
I wonder at how I cannot remember anything in my life before I met you.
I wonder at the tiniest of touches and try, desperately, to keep their memories alive.
I wonder at loneliness.
I wonder at how long it’ll be, before I see you again.
I wait.
And I wonder.

— The day time waited for me - I wrote this for you

Things you can’t recover

The stone…….after the throw.

The word………after it’s said.

The occasion……..after it’s missed.

The time………after it’s gone.

The opportunity…..after it passed.

The love….after it’s gone.

— Amazing posts