I sometimes wonder about the why’s of life.
Why do we let ourselves fall into an emotional life with some and not with others.
Why do relationships end?
Does it do any good to even try to figure such things out?
When love is forsaken how do you go on?
Does time heal all wounds, or do we heal them ourselves with time?
Where does the love go once it’s no longer shared?
Does it float gently into the ether and linger softly around us as spiritual dew?
Or does it permeate others who are in the new and lovely phase of knowing.
Pollinating souls …
What of the residue that lingers? Why does it do so?
And, how do we protect ourselves from repeating the pain again?
I am thoughtful, and it’s at times like this that I truly wish I knew the ‘why’ of it all.
If only the universe would share its secrets.
If only my heart could rise above …
Until all I feel is the wispy tendrils of clouds, as they curl lightly about me.