It is a process, you see…
First it starts with a deep realization
so deep that it is easy to ignore,
and you do,
you do,
you ignore it,
but then it becomes stronger,
until it requires active thought …
You analyse all the details
you play out certain scenarios in your
head, your heart heavy at the outcome…
then you play out some more scenarios
which you pull from your wild imaginations
but yet you still have the same result –
like a loaded dice which keeps on falling
on the same number,
and the number is zero..
zero chance of survival for this love
zero tolerance for cry babies
and your heart becomes even heavier
until it drops into your shoes -
they are red,
your shoes,
but they are not for dancing
they are filled with pain
YURI DURAAN
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/letting-go-51/
