When tears come streaming down your face
Some days the question becomes how to protect myself from the overwhelming sadness that comes suddenly. Days go by and then without warning it strikes. Tears well up in my eyes before my mind can comprehend their reason for existence and once those neurons catch up the heaviness settles in my chest. I miss you more than I thought I would. The distance that kept us from chatting daily, not seeing you often, I thought those things would isolate me from the totality of emotion such a situation would usually warrant. Somehow, though, it only seems to make things worse. Regret is a feeling I most often deny as worthless. A waste of energy. ANd yet I can't help but wonder how things might have been different had more of us been around. If more often somebody had stolen your keys, or your final destination had been closer to the point where you had started. And then the anger wells up. Why is it that I am the one being punished for your poor choices?