Choices

By Huracan

The night had come the body rested
Meanwhile the mind to the heart protested

Why do your ventures continue to destroy that which I constantly erect and rebuild?
I mean no harm. I seek only to ensure that our life’s destiny is somehow fulfilled

Every choice that you’ve made, every instinct that you chose to follow, has lead to emptiness, left us shattered and feeling hollow.
My relentless efforts as illogical as they may appear, has brought us companionship, warmth and yes the occasional tear.

Occasional tear? Is that what you call it when you curl up go hide? Meanwhile I must put a false front while you toil with the turbulence inside.
I admit I have made poor choices in the past. Putting trust in another makes one vulnerable, but this is how we test, if what we have is strong and will last.

Madness! This, what you do over and over, what you try to attain, borders on insanity.
Call it what you will, but these acts, the need to love and be loved, are what define humanity

Have you ever pause to ask, if what you do is what is best for us all? We all suffer when you fail, the body, the mind and you; the heart most of all.
Would you rather I not pursue love and companionship? Would you have us live as though our existence has already ended? The need to find the other half of what makes us whole, is the very purpose of life only infinitely transcended.

All right go on, I’m listening defend your last choice.
You speak as though you have forgotten the warmth that was the sound of her voice.

Fair enough, she was very beautiful and at the time, she was the pinnicle of the happiness we have ever known in this life.
Even though she’s gone, could you say that in her I made a poor choice? Go ahead, I dare you to try to choke that lie through our voice.

I have thought out every possible scenario by which she could have stayed. I would have pushed this body to its limits to make the age difference go away.
She was the bright light that saw us through our darkest hour. To try and hold her when she was ready to go, would have been so wrong, akin to the act of a coward.

We would have been completely lost, completely broken, had it not been that heaven’s token.

My last choice is what eventually saved me. My last choice was an angel, and her name Jamie.

Mind-
*tears began to flow…

Heart -
I miss her so.