So what do you when there is the possibility of a love being lost?

What do you do when your heart wants so badly to stretch out to another person, to caress their face, to whisper sweet nothings in their ear, to savor the sweet strains of their laughter like mellifluous honey on the palate, to take away all their pain and struggling and tears and cast them to float away on a gentle breeze, to pass away like cherry blossoms down a lonely river of tears in Vietnam...

What do you do when you contemplate the possibility of a moving on?

What do you when you see another woman's face next to his? What do you do when you see a beautiful girl's arm gracefully encircled in his? What do you do when you see a smaller, more delicate footprint etched in his heart?

What do you do when you see yourself being erased?

What do you do when you see the memory of your windblown, unkempt hair being sifted away like sand in a golddigger's pan? What do you do when you feel the taste of your kiss being swept away like the bitter root after the honey? What do you do when you hear your words being swallowed up like a lone voice in the middle of night somewhere lost between the vast folds of an empty Ohio night sky?

What do you do when you realize, heart like lead and up to your damn throat, that you are the cause?

What do you do when you can't turn back the hands of time? When you can't say your last goodbye? When you can't even find the way to cry?


What do you do?