sigh

How easily the love of younger days is pushed aside.
Ignored
Replaced.
A grieving heart rushes to fill the gap, numb the pain
reaching dizzy heights & magnifying all that is..
all that is not.
Intensity.
A passion soon burnt out.
The longing
the aching
the fretting
the wanting.
All over too quickly in the getting.
Then 'poof'
it is gone
and you are left with nothing more
than you had before.
Something less
is what you get.

But some wait....
those of younger days
look after the love.
We keep it safe for another day.
We always hope.
We glimpse our future paths
and clearly see them meet.
Yet holding on is painful, bitter sweet, agony to the core
But BECAUSE we love
we know
that it' worth the waiting for.
What is to come
is all you and I ever wanted...
ever dreamed of.
We had it all at the time but didn't know it.
And one  day when this sky that's ever over us both
sees us stand together on the same plain
we will lovingly, at last, eternally bestow it.