At the shore with the voices

We stand on opposite shores of eternity. Facing each other. Wishing the other would come over to our side. But we won't.

My heart breaks because I love you, and you don't love me. Your heart breaks because my heart breaks. Truth is neither of us can control the other, change their mind. So ... there is no remedy.

I repeat, "You were never mine. So why do I feel like I've lost?" You repeat, "I just can't make myself live a lie." Somewhere deep down though, we wonder, or maybe only I wonder, "why can't we make something else true?" I suspect I will sit and drink over this for the rest of my life.

I disappointed you this morning. I shocked you, brought out your fears. You caught a glimpse of how the devil has his claws in my back. It's better this way, you see my faults, you see my flaws.

The voices in my head and over my shoulder say, "Just turn and walk away." But the one inside my chest won't allow it. So I slowly back away. Eyes still locked on the distant shore, on you. You slip from view.

A prisoner of my own doing, I will confront the coming storms as I always have. I stand steadfast, as unyielding as ever. Just know that the slight bend in my knees, the lump in my throat ... they are on the subject of you.

We stand on opposite sides of eternity. Facing each other. Wishing ...