a little drop of water seeps in everyday...the magnanimity of the situation doesn't trouble me yet. ' i miss you' or 'wont you cry when i leave' is about careless quesyioning. The real impact of change is felt only after it has occurred. The shopping sprees, loads of work, joys of sharing and riots of laughter are shadowing the snap of ties. The heart does not want to sit and fathom of what shall be lost, what shall be left behind or of what shall be dearly missed. The heart is playing silly games to avoid the cascade of tears and the downpour of emotions.
'I have done this before, I will do it again', is the flimsy excuse I use to curtail the miffs within. The world moves on, the new phase beckons you, life is holding out its embrace yet a part of you is grief stricken. Is it really a final goodbye? Is it really different this time? Is life really gonna change?
Questions bounce over the tramopline my mind....