Kinda like the feelings and questions I had about my first love. There is no way we can get a reasonable answer to those questions. And eventually the aching emptiness subsides. Very good. Karen

Poweful deep touching heartfelt read Felix!!

Love Tinka

Heartbreaking and desolate, Felix. We can all understand something of this, whatever our circumstance. Perhaps the key is not to take the "fizzle" as personal failure... chemistry has a lot to do with these things, I think, and people's make-up shifts and changes over time until the "final" formula is somehow shaken down. Therefore everyone metamorphoses, and that doesn't mean to say that the "who you are" is somehow rejected, but just that the chemistry has changed and adjustments have to be made. Everyone lives and grows and we have to adapt around each other. The painful thing is either in the choosing to do so... or not, as the case may be. One always hopes and prays that the relationship will continue to stand, but, if it doesn't, then that doesn't invalidate what you yourself are or what has gone before. I am speaking as one metamorphosing person to another here, so sorry to working out my own mental gymnastics around your poem, but that's the nature of your words at work, isn't it?! You are beautiful, Felix... don't allow the shifting sand of someone else's pysche to tell you otherwise. God bless, Kate xx

Oh I liked this so very much, so many questions we all ask at one time or another, excellent.

Reindeer

as love loses its validity the questions we are forced to ask are painful indeed ...

Good write!

Like the shock of death.
Heartbreak is the death of such a beautiful dream leaving us chasing echos...chasing.
I still hear them.
Heartbreaking poem indeed.
John