IMPOSSIBLE

Why do we hold onto something that is impossible?

I don't have an answer.

Just the questions.

Quite simply: I don't know. 

Guess you don't either.  

I don't even have the simplest of reasons that could explain away why.

Yes, make no mistake, I know how I feel.

(or do I?)

I know though, that here is no acting out, an opportunity (could never/would never arise).

We are lost – distant,

changes have been made through the years.

Choices and decisions put into place.

We have followed our life paths.

And here we are, yet again. And yet again I am tormented.

I don't know what this is for you (all)

I don't know what this is for me.

Really though, is there a purpose?

If there is one, why am I blind to it?

Why can I not see the meaning of these crossed paths?

My guides are quiet, perhaps whispering among themselves.

I am torn.

I wish to know why I hold on.

I wish to know why you do.

I wish to know why we all do

more than that: I NEED TO KNOW.

Because really, are we grasping at straws?

Afraid to lose – yet again?

Yet I am empty.

A shell.

For I know that this particular void where you should be,

shall probably never be filled.

Talking with you over this distance, over these miles – 

SHALL NEVER BE ENOUGH.

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This is for everyone who has ever lost someone over time or distance.