Soiled and tarnished in her eyes, my honor and pride were in question.
The sweet came with sour, as it always does, but I would not trade it away.
My ill deeds, my missteps, my reckless ways, and my shortcomings were dragging me down.
She was in danger of being drowned with me. A burden of dead weight.
I wanted her to be happy and prosperous, so I cut the ties.
As I sank beneath the murky waters, I watched her swim away.
Saddened by her departure, I grieved for what we had lost.
My breath was gone, my soul torn, and she still seemed so close.
A trick of light. An illusion. A distorted view.
Miles were between us. Rivers and lakes and mountains and endless roads.
I had hoped to surface again and find her in the light.
Fools always think they can find again what has been lost.
The lost are lost and what we find is not the same as what we knew.
Time changes even the mountains. Distance cannot be crossed without the changes of time.
Somewhere, somewhen, there is a happy couple curled together in bed.