seems that a lonely refrain
yet years wane
I cannot explain the tears that well in my eyes when I think of these words, so simple, yet, so resistant to being ever revealed. My dear sweetheart said to me the other day, how remarkable it is that four years of our lives remain such a significant part of who we are, become and decidedly identify with. If only you had made that phone call. I waited you know.
I didn’t ever anticipate feeling this way again. If only that one hole we needed to fill in our shattered heart could be satisfied with the confidence another would might not suddenly make a new appearance.