The possibilties that were
 

Blue eyes stare
Through the open door
Sitting on the bed and
Smiling at me.

Twenty-three
Then twenty-four

Airplane takes off
I watch from the window
You are gone to Europe
I get our cat.

She ran away,
One pitch night
I couldn't stop
The inevitable.

Eleven years later,
A different place and time,
I know you're married now.
With children


The chances that smiled
Now looks so bleak
What options for the needy?
For they are not needed.

Goodbye, Ms. Death, Goodbye again.

Nice

Profound. I liked the cat bit, was a nice contrast.

Nice one AC!

Do you think she got another cat?
I kid you because I care.
-GH

That's some deep writing there, astro. if what i'm thinking is right...

Painful, but strangely....in a good way.