One Shot

It’s over, you are gone…

Why do we have to part while the love is still there?  Why do we have to cry when we said goodbye?  Why do beginnings have an end? Why do we have to meet only to lose each other in the end?

There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread, poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed and promises left unfulfilled.

I know in a relationship, one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and letting go.  It’s like breaking a crystal because you’ll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again.  More often than that, those who go feel not the pain in parting; it is those who stay behind with all the feelings that suffer.  You left me with memories of love that was almost meant to be…

At the end of our relationship, I’m embarrassed to find myself alone.  Unfair as it may seem but that’s the way love goes.  That’s the drama, the bittersweet of falling in love.  After all, nothing is constant but change…  Everything will eventually come to an end without knowing when, without knowing how, without knowing why.  And I must forget not because I want to, but because I have to…

Funny how my world becomes depopulated when only one person was missing…  It’s not easy to let go… Sorrow comes not as a single spy but in battalion.  It seems everywhere I go, everything I do, every song I hear, every turn of my head, every blink of my eyes and every beat of my heart reminds me of you.  It’s like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night, it’s killing me…

But I have to let you go because of the circumstances beyond my control.  I have to suffer if it would provide you happiness.  I have to cry temporarily to ease the pain.  Every beginning has an end like every dawn has its dusk…  It is something I have to accept with faith…

It’s over, you are gone…

But my life must go on… Goodbye doesn’t always mean forever.  There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited, songs will be sung, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled somewhere…somehow…someday…

*There’s no somewhere, somehow, someday.. Just one shot!
I wrote this many moons ago and as I read this, I can’t seem to recognize my old self maybe I don’t recognize the feelings. I was too naïve… I don’t know anything, I was born without knowing. But I am here and I am becoming…