What is this feeling I have inside? It pulls at me like gravity to the soil. I strain to breath the cold winter air. My eyes tire at consciousness.
When will her memory leave me? When will I stop thinking of her? Am I destined forever to include her in my thoughts?
I am defeated… can this pride that has cursed man through the ages burn so deep in my soul?
Oh how we take for granted the ones we care for. They can disappear in an instant. We fight to hold on to the vanishing memories. Can a man hold the breeze as it flows through his hands?
My mind searches for resolutions. There can be no comparison… as for the love of someone that has retreated. My heart is full and needs to beat in unison with another. She is out there… somewhere.
Shannon R Killman
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