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Headstall's Reflections - 28. Chapter 28 Come In From The Rain

I admit defeat... I'm sorry....

Headstall’s Reflections

 

 

Chapter 28 Come In From the Rain

 

 

Back and forth, and around I go

Where I’ll end up, I don’t know

 

There’s no warning before the flood

Sorting emotions through sopping mud

 

I have so much to celebrate

It makes me want to myself berate

 

I’m a mess to say it plain

Often a struggle to stay in my lane

 

Trapped in a cycle ups and downs

Caught between phone calls and wedding gowns

 

Letting go, but still holding tight

Tamping down a desperate urge to fight

 

Am I afraid it’s my last shot?

I’ve been there and the tee shirt’s bought

 

I know in my heart we just need time

Not so easy when moods turn on a dime

 

Minutes become hours and hours become days

Stuck… waiting out its passage in empty ways

 

I apologise for speaking of this out loud

But there’s no escaping memories even in a crowd

 

You’re always with me: it never ends

And I’m constantly worried about the message it sends

 

You’ve gone your way and I’ve gone mine

So why do we keep each other on the line?

 

The sound of your voice is a double edged sword

And that’s why it’s time to cut the cord

 

I’m so sorry to be letting you down again

But you and I need to come in from the rain

 

I think we’ve learned love’s not enough

And one of us has to call our bluff

 

It’s not a failure that we care so much

But it’s too damn hard for us to keep in touch

 

As much as I hate to say it, I can’t be your friend

Not if I ever want my heart to mend

 

Abrupt I know, my words cut deep

But I'll still love you in my sleep

Thanks for understanding my need to write out my pain... thanks for reading....
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Aww Gary.... That was sad and yet beautiful at the same time.
Letting go has to have been hard, but holding on probably wouldn't have been good either. I wouldn't have expected you to be able to sever ties that easily; your heart is just too full of goodness to ever be that cold and indifferent to something of that importance.
Your are a good man, but more importantly, a good human being - don't you ever forget that.
And hey, my uncle who is now 86 found love at 75 - not saying you need to wait that long, uh uh - but you know what I mean.
A sad refrain yes, but beautifully rendered, my friend. :hug: :hug:

Ah, Gary, it sounds like some of the reviewers don't get it...cutting the ties which once meant so much isn't something done dispassionately, far from it. For me, it's the hardest act of love to commit--and perhaps the most self-less.
With all the best intentions to remain friends, it isn't always possible; there is a reminder of what once was, but is now a hollow shell, and neither of you can begin to move on and give another heart the chance to make you happy if your body is filled with sad echoes of past endearments. No, the kindest act and hardest of love is to let the person go. It shows that you still care enough to want that person to heal as well as yourself, especially if you didn't part in a blaze of hatred and anger.
Closure is an act of commisseration and support in it's own way...the worst thing in a relationship is when that isn't possible, like it was with my Kevin. He was there one day, and gone the next because he took his own life rather than endure the pressure of others on his psyche. To this day, I can't escape the thought: could I have done more to prevent him taking that drastic action--after all, I'd seen him just three days before?
I'm with you always, my dear friend. xoxoxo M

Your words cut to the heart of the pain. 'Moving on' sounds easy on the tongue and is a gut wrenching dissonance for the heart. Your words come out of the rain...formed a most powerful image in my mind. And the last two lines simply gave us the final cadence in a minor key. Beautiful, and so very painful. In sorrow that you hurt, in admiration for your skill and courage...Parker

On 10/13/2016 10:13 AM, Reader1810 said:

Aww Gary.... That was sad and yet beautiful at the same time.

Letting go has to have been hard, but holding on probably wouldn't have been good either. I wouldn't have expected you to be able to sever ties that easily; your heart is just too full of goodness to ever be that cold and indifferent to something of that importance.

Your are a good man, but more importantly, a good human being - don't you ever forget that.

And hey, my uncle who is now 86 found love at 75 - not saying you need to wait that long, uh uh - but you know what I mean.

A sad refrain yes, but beautifully rendered, my friend. :hug: :hug:

Thanks, Reader... I appreciate your words very much :heart:

On 10/13/2016 11:00 AM, Mikiesboy said:

Gary, part of me wants to jump and down, and say 'What are you doing? What are you waiting for?' But that's the reactive me. I know you only from what you share here on GA. So I don't really know you.

I do hope you are doing the right thing for you.

hugs always

tim xoxo

Thanks, tim... we can never be truly sure... :hug:

On 10/13/2016 12:55 PM, ColumbusGuy said:

Ah, Gary, it sounds like some of the reviewers don't get it...cutting the ties which once meant so much isn't something done dispassionately, far from it. For me, it's the hardest act of love to commit--and perhaps the most self-less.

With all the best intentions to remain friends, it isn't always possible; there is a reminder of what once was, but is now a hollow shell, and neither of you can begin to move on and give another heart the chance to make you happy if your body is filled with sad echoes of past endearments. No, the kindest act and hardest of love is to let the person go. It shows that you still care enough to want that person to heal as well as yourself, especially if you didn't part in a blaze of hatred and anger.

Closure is an act of commisseration and support in it's own way...the worst thing in a relationship is when that isn't possible, like it was with my Kevin. He was there one day, and gone the next because he took his own life rather than endure the pressure of others on his psyche. To this day, I can't escape the thought: could I have done more to prevent him taking that drastic action--after all, I'd seen him just three days before?

I'm with you always, my dear friend. xoxoxo M

Thanks CG... I know you understand, dear friend... :heart:

On 10/15/2016 08:13 AM, Parker Owens said:

Your words cut to the heart of the pain. 'Moving on' sounds easy on the tongue and is a gut wrenching dissonance for the heart. Your words come out of the rain...formed a most powerful image in my mind. And the last two lines simply gave us the final cadence in a minor key. Beautiful, and so very painful. In sorrow that you hurt, in admiration for your skill and courage...Parker

Thank you, Parker... :heart:

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