Love letter # 103

Two days ago, everything was in its place. Yesterday, there was a storm, and everything got smashed. Today, sea and sky are calm, as though wind and rain never happened. The world turns. Hours tick by. People go about their business. We are nothing.

Was any of it real, or did the dream simply crumple into a brief nightmare before this rude awakening?

The sun will set again soon and the banal procession continue regardless. Bawl and rage if you will, fill the night with loss. The dawn will not notice.

Even as we walk through ruin, we walk. As it was when we sauntered through splendour. Never truly knowing. Merely guessing. Hoping.

There is but one ending, and you and I will get there in time. Until then, we still dance in circles.