Lady of 53...

My eyes will just not close.

I stare at the shadows of my room, listening to the cicadas and crickets singing to the moon.




Is it possible that I will sleep alone the rest of my life?

Disbelief

Sudden realizations reveal the unbelievable reality of his indifference.

How did he manage?

How did he extricate himself from the tight web of our love?

Why is it that he feels nothing while I am left with the void and the ice?

How can a human being run away from the sweet glow and protection of such a love?





And yet it happens, every day, every hour.

Feelings mutate. Some die as the cocoon opens. Some become butterflies.

Mine are flying high.

Despite everything
                            defying
                                       silence
                                                 distance
                                                             guilt
                                                                    resignation
                                                                                     rejection
                                                                                                  solitude.

I guess, I am in love with Love...