The breaking is so very subtle, it happens in quiet moments. It happens with the unexpected picture or a word overheard. I question myself, how many breaks can a heart take before it completely falls apart? Sometimes I look toward tomorrow with hope. And sometimes I look toward tomorrow with sadness and fear. What if, what if, what if? There are moments I can actually feel the break. Sometimes it is like a dull throb from behind my chest. Sometimes it is a sudden sharp pain that stumbles my step and causes me to bow my head as a tear forms in the corner of my eye. I will await your call, your message, your understanding. Today the tears come hard. Today the tears come through heavy sobs and a shuddering body. I try hard to hold onto what I remember of love and the gentle caress of its touch. I will continue to wait in hope and more importantly, in love.
The Journey of a thousand miles 