No Going Back

You can traipse and flutter along the line between friendship and lovers but once you make the leap a cross the line in the sand there is no jumping back. You can no more undo the nights full of loving than you can the bitter taste of endings which come by surprise.

Long gone are friendly lunch time conversations about your sports and the  art work he keeps cloistered from those who only see the macho-man persona of his exterior. I was once that quiet shy girl who lingered on every word you spoke, thinking you hung the moon.

Solitary Musings.

I am adrift
bereft and alone
floating on the abyss
of loneliness,
wishing I had someone
to call my own.
A place to call home,
not to be alone.
I am a stranger,
even to myself
Lost and broken,
wishing I was whole.