then I close my eyes

Another week has gone by, I sit here wondering all the if's and why's. I stand up, tired of watching the rain fall; tired of watching everything fall because I still can't fathom the inevitable  you. ; tired of my own thoughts. Stuck in the same place not knowing whether I will  stand or whether I will  fall. In certain moments, when silence speaks I see, wonder then realize, I need to change, to be in tune with realities which often make no sense at all. I glance out the window one last time and then I close my eyes…..

My Favourite Poem

                                    A Psalm of Life    - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
 
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us

Footprints on the sand of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solenm main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

 

not Anger; Something else!

I am waiting; few hours more, I am still waiting I flip through channels, I flip through pages of the magazine, I finish a whole 840 pages novel, replay the tracks from my playlist over and over again, I eat,I roam around, I fall asleep waiting and suddenly wake up and what am I still doing? "Waiting" I wait till the day turns night and night turns to day.  I wait as life passes me by. And after all this you leave without saying

GOODBYE?????

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My wait turned into anger and anger into a drop of silent tear ; a text message saying SORRY  has no effect on me any longer.
PS  I don't ask questions, I don't ask for clarifications but sure I do think about it. That's the
way it is ,for you to be true to me.