All this time, I've been told..."Absence makes the Heart grow fonder,"
Only to find out, you're just left dazed and empty inside. You remain
Standing alone, smoldering in ashes, then drowning in a pool of sorrow,
Made from a river of your own tears to extinguish the flame.
Now you're stuck up a creek without a paddle as you plummet
Over the falls into the dark obyss, churned up in endless swells of
Self pity and loneliness. Drenched and half drowned from swallowing
Your pride, you pull yourself up on the rocky shore, pausing for a
Moment to catch a breath and reflect back, realizing, you survived.
Now, the long walk home, weighing your options, sequencing events,
Taking in all that's happened, you are anxious, and anticipate making
better plans... for your next, wild adventure.