Hymn to the Fallen

It’s over. It’s finished. It’s done.

Almost two years of happiness…and for what? The love I have for her is still there. The attraction I feel will never go away – but she’s gone away. In a short while, I’ll lose her forever. To another guy…she’s joined him. She’ll continue to be his. For life...as his wife.

And where will I be? I’m drifting away – wandering through the mists of time and memory. Lost. I’ll never be whole again…even if I find someone else.

My story with her is at a close. Sure, we had fun, we had moments where we both thought it would last forever. But nothing really does. Things change, people move on, life goes on. Life always finds a way.

She’s still my friend. A close friend…but always second fiddle to him. The other guy.

And maybe…maybe it’s for the best.

Who am I kidding though? It’s the best for her and he makes her happy.

And so, they go on…forward – to the future and beyond.

And me? I’m still here…clinging to a rope with no tether, slowly drowning and vanishing from everyone’s memories.

So, again – I ask the question that started this whole crazy, spiralling path.

Why?