I could not bring myself through it,
That singular moment outweighed any diversions.
The changing of the seasons held no esteem with me.
No matter what I did,
My mind replayed the event over,
The gnawing of hindsight ate away at me.
I stood alone.
Like a kids first day off school,
All I wanted now was an embrace,
Someone to say it will be ok.
What if I had switched venue?
What if I had acknowledged popular Saturday instead of evil Friday?
What if I had wore different socks?
My mind veered in differing tangents.
Grasping for controlled and honest reason.
Succumbing to my last tear,
My eyes began to see again.
Loss is immeasurable.