Denial. Anger. Grief.
Which stage are you in and when did you begin.
When did you know that love has let go and you are really, undoubtedly quite alone.
We know most times when love begins, but so rarely agree on love's demise.
It's when we are cut down to size that we may sometimes surmise that all has ended.
Then we wind the clock back or try to.
We trace back to one instance one emotion one event that killed things asunder.
What was the last straw?
What was the end event.
What was the one unforgivable act that has brought you to this stage.
Where you contemplate self-harm and the yellow pages for shrinks.
As if anyone or anything could fix the broken pieces of your faith.
But it's more than faith.
It's the heart. And the hurt.
And the loss of innocence and dreams that carries away chunks of who we are with it.
Who is touched by heartbreak and emerged unscathed?
Who remains unchanged ?
