Difference

The difference is
I know you try your hardest
To love me
While you can't see
I try my hardest
To stop loving you

No Umbrella

Love is
No umbrella
Whilst rain is falling
Gentle taps
To whipping droplets
Whenst gentle breeze
Can turn freezing cold
Nourishment can be
Droughts to floods
Sensations
When not abated
Can be illness

Lowered Expectations

So things happened almost as expected.

That all-too-familiar pain is burning sensation in the pitt of your stomach, clouding your head and stinging your eyes.

Yet another soul-calibrating experience.

It was deliberate and patient. It was oberservant and objective. It was careful. It was honest. It was discreet enough to allow friendship to blossom. It was sweet.

Now, it just 'was'. You knew it was coming. You knew the first time you 'hoped' it will swing your way, it won't. When you started 'praying', it was signal that it was not to be. Like everything else.

So you're proud of your pain threshhold. Let's see it.

Fault

I guess it's all my fault.

I cared for you too much that you didn't have to care for me. I'd stay up late so you wouldn't have to. I'd anticipate the problems so they would never reach you. I'll suffer the pain and cushion the blow.

I was never able to sweep you off your feet... because I carried you from the very beginning.

Another Month. Another Week. Another Day.

It's September. It's getting cold and people are preparing for the season of giving. People are rearing to receive the things they don't even know they need.

It's getting a tad bit heavier every day. Limbs moves a bit slower, harder to get from point A to point B.

We tread on.

Time passes with or without our permission. It's our responsiblity to catch up, no matter how impossible; no matter how painful.