Now a void, a black hole in a starless midnight sky.
A passion, not unlike a raging fire. Now like embers dying in the cold dampness of a winter day.
Too many grains of sand have passed through the hour glass of time. Too many pages have turned on the manuscript that is our lives.
Hearts once joined by the naivete of youth now hardened by the realities of life lessons learned.
To love like that again, To be able to say what once was can still be.
But alas, what once was no longer is and what is, is no longer what was.
Tenthltr2u (c) March 2008
Good Morning Family, may the memories of what once was sustain you and the hope of what can be see you thru the day.