footprints

I can look back and memories of relationships can be summed up in visuals ---
phrases, even.

the first kiss (-Ar)
the first one who said he loved you and you knew he meant it (-Ad)
the first heart you broke (-Ad)
the first one who broke your heart (-Lo)
the first love that could not be (-KM)
the first love that would not be (-Op)
the first real tears (-Ne)
the first real smile (-Ro)
the first time friendship was formed out of a
love broken (-Sa)
the first time love was formed from friendship (-Re)
and all the others that followed.

Somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow, these things happened. I look back and see remnants, shadows of footprints, slowly washed away by the incoming
tide.

Closing cycles. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply
because that no longer fits your life. Shut the door, change the record,
clean the house, shake off the dust. Stop being who you were, and change
into who you are.

Sigh with me, and continue on walking.

Nothing can compare to old,closed cycles, and promises of new beginnings.

I look at you
with the last laugh,
with the last tear,
with the last goodbye,
with the last hello,
with the last sigh,
with the last of love.

And I'll see you on the other side of me.