Echoes from the past

Echoes from the past

I bequeathed this letter my dearest love, as my heart is breaking, for I can not speak, hear my words

I’m sorry I left, never been a day when I didn’t think about you; what may have been; as I had to break away from the chain of life; I would have never left, if I knew how you felt about me.

The life of loneliness is something I had not chosen lightly; it’s a beginning that something I had to do; for all concern my life was a sham; nothing changes from within, for many of us; do we deny ourselves life, yes I suppose we do in a way, for it is written, we must believe in other than something , that’s waiting for us, to define the path we must take .

Then we are nothing but a speck of dust, that gets brushed away; as time makes fools of us all.