Moving on to the next chapter and trying to close the door,
Yet it refuses to stay shut and defiantly remains ajar.
No matter how hard I try to fill the crack and not let things through,
Thoughts manage to seep in and from all those memories I cannot eschew.
You're still with me in some manner occupying space within my mind,
Now that we've met it feels as if our lives will forever be intertwined.
I said goodbye and want to move on, not hold onto you anymore,
My thoughts though have been captured, prisoners of this war.
Hanging in there and time, that's what will help get me through,
There isn't that much to fix this, any more, that I can do.
Goodbye BG, we're done, and I need to let you go,
Please just send back that part of me that you've got held in escrow.
In the battle of shidduchim, I am a warrior. Every day is a fight for sanity, for clarity, and peace of mind. This is an uncensored account of my shidduch trials and tribulations –– the often emotional, sometimes poetic, confessions of a shidduch dater –– my colorful musings and reflections from behind the lines.
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