MEComposing

I read somewhere... before...

but what if the people you find, though familiar, are no longer friendly? and what if, in the course of revisiting, you find there are tears still left to be spilled...

for that man.. or that woman... or that person... or that certain something that never was...

and you bite your lips as you keep the tears at bay... unwilling to go through all of it again, the pain, the shame...

unwilling to accept that there just may be bridges you haven't crossed, and walls that have not been torn down

and even before the pain really hits you...

you resist and say "I give up already, please, not again"

and you wonder, whatever happened to your peace of mind...