what blooms in refreshing beauty is up ahead

feeling to be a slight worse for wear. wonderin' what could possibly be going on with all the silence.  why my words seem to only be read by empty time and space on the other side. hoping to only be panicking for no reasonable reason at all.   but should you be getting ready to strike an unforeseen blow, I can only hope for it to contain merciful and gracious words so as to soften the cutting edges and buffer the pain.

and what of those times not occupied infront of the monitor?  am I the 2nd or last thought. for surely not the first or your words would've reached me long before now. long before my wandering wheels did spin of questions to and fro.

can you hear my heart beat, from wherever you are, in lonesome solitude....pining for the one that used to beat along?  while you venture on into worlds of adventurous intrigue I can only wonder what it all must be like as I sit here in unwelcomed silence.   hoping for it to be broken, sooner rather than later, by your long awaited hello.

as time withers and hope fades so do thoughts of how it could've been so beautiful.  how it could've been so right. how it could've so good.  how it could've been glorious. oh how it could've been as it was before. if what could've been is not ment to be then it surely never was....at all.

wasted thoughts and wasted hopes.  no way of getting all that wasted time back.  no need to waste more by wishfully thinking twice or ten times....before thinking or hoping. just no need to think or hope at all of what could be.  now to catch up with time that got away because it's time to move on.  no more stalling, no need to stop and smell the withered flowers.  for what blooms in refreshing beauty is up ahead.  live well my lost friend. may your days be filled with regenerating joy as so shall be mine.